I was the one you saw in the mirror. I came to see how you are doing.” The sobbing resumed. “How do you think I’m doing?” “Can I come up s... we can talk about it?” The sobbing reduced to sniffles. “Okay," was her meek reply. As it turns out, she was two flights up, at the entrance to the roof access. She was on the landing above the top step, lying on her side (likely due to the residual soreness to her bottom). I stood a few steps down, but was still looking down at her. Her hair was up in. Grateful to the heavens for that small measure of luck that none would stop him demanding to know what happened, a reason centering on bad repercussions from his father in the past, he continued on as fast as he could go. The effort paid off and by the time he reached home, the pain had dulled and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Even before he reached the street his home sat on, Jacob could smell himself. A smell that embarrassed him to no end and one he could never hope to get rid of.. Before James got half way in, Chelsea paused and said, “Wait.” James held back a sigh, thinking she was going to stop sex from happening. She had done it before, but he misjudged her. “Sit on the couch, I want to ride your cock until I cum all over it.” James picked up his wife and sat down, placing her directly over top his 8” of engorged cock. James was a strong man, at least 70 lbs heavier than Chelsea and towered over her at 6’2”. She lowered her on to his thick member, half expecting. His expression changed as he saw me. i should have felt uneasy, but now i just saw that he had a boner in his pants. i wanted it. he saw my hunger, and leered at me. dropping the hose, he grabbed my waist, and kissed me roughly. i felt his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks through the cloth, all the while ravishing my mouth with his bearish tongue. pressing me against the hood, he raised my skirt and downed the top. grabbing my breasts, he mauled them like dough. it hurt as my tits.