I could feel her anus clamp down reflexively. After turning her back over, I frog legged her legs to get a better view of that beautiful pussy again. ... was obligated to wash her legs and feet first and was rewarded by beautiful feet and toes. My initial thought was to lotion up her feet and slowly, but quickly, fuck them until I came all over them but I resisted.By now, I saw a bit of wetness between those giant lips and could see some swelling of her clitoris. I quickly grabbed the remaining. "What will your church say when they see the pictures of you with mepost-makeover in your paper? Good girl gone bad Diana? The interview isover for now but if you want a proper interview stick around. We aregoing to a party now and if you're going to stick around, here's yourcostume. If you are going to follow the yellow brick road you had betterget changed quickly," Margot said leaving the room. "If you decide tostick around you had better be wearing your costume."I had minutes to decide. Brock's face was a testament to his line of work. His nose twisted to the left, broken multiple times. A long, jagged scar ran down his right cheek courtesy of a broken beer bottle from a punk's sucker punch; he almost lost his eye on that one. Most of the fingers on his gnarly hands suffered breaks at one time or another; bare-knuckle fighting was hard on the joints. His slight limp was due to taking a bullet in the leg years ago. Brock worked as the head bouncer at Pretty Gals strip club for. Blurry at first, her eyes focussed to see her husband; he grinned and raised his hand. Returning to her charge, she cupped Jack’s face and kissed him longingly. Weakly pulsing inside her, she softly caressed her sex against his body. Toying with his nipples, she admired the post-coital relief etched on his face.“You enjoy that?” her breathing ragged, the words soft and hissed.“Yes, yes, that was incredible.”Her hips, slow and deliberate, caressed his half-flaccid penis inside her cum-filled.