I walked inside, placed my briefcase next to the table and continued into the lounge room. There on the couch was my wife. My used wife. At the age o... 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the couch, our eyes meet, there is no need for words - I am acutely aware of what I need to do. Wearing black lingerie and stockings, Katy is reclined on the couch. She may very well be in exactly the same. From his window, looking out over the manicured gardens of St. Stephen's Quad, Professor Lucas Wainwright watched the flakes whirl and settle, and he smiled. This, truly, was his favourite time of year - partly because of the snow, partly because of the imminent arrival of the long Christmas break, and partly because of the nubile eighteen-year-old girl who, at that very moment, was on her knees in front of him, eagerly sucking his prodigious cock with the sort of breathless enthusiasm one only. You will never get enough ofit."I started to cry are he threw me on his bed. He stripped to hiswaist off and then tore my clothes off. "Do as you're told and Iwon't hurt you." he said menacingly. I lay naked on the bed as hestood over me"Feel your new pussy!" he demanded.I had to oblige. Fuck knows what this fella is capable of. I feltdown and for the first time found the soft folds of an unwantedvagina. He took out a camcorder and started to film me."Just for my archives you understand." he. I could feel his dick through the thin amount of flesh separating the two holes we were abusing. She started calling out in ecstasy, no longer able to enjoy herself and lick my pussy, instead she moaned and writhed under me until I climbed off of her entirely to gain access to her ass better. Climbing underneath them both, I removed my finger and licked around the rim of her ass instead, slowly pushing my way inside, Matt's testicles hitting against my face with every thrust. The taste of her.