Fucking! Fucking her... instead of fucking me... his own wife!Fred Holden had heard also! He twisted his head to look toward the living room, seeing t...e writhing figures on the rug and knew instantly that it was his wife, Evelyn."Evelyn!" he gasped aloud. "What in the hell... ?"Beneath him, Susan was attempting to squirm free of his massive cock buried in her cunt, her hips writhed under her and she was trying to sit up. She had to get off that bed. She had to do something... anything, but she. What was different was that as my mind was wandering during this rather unchallenging exercise I started thinking about the physics of wave refraction, interference and reflection from those sleep training modules that delved into deep theoretical science, and what the practical applications might be. If maybe you tried to apply some of that theory to a real-world situation, you might just come up with some entirely new tactic or technique that could prove terribly useful. Knowing the rules but. But in this business you don't ask questions andafter donning a ski mask Max was shown the merchandise. Jolly Roger removedthe bondage hood and all but the spreader bar from the captive allowing himto position her standing up for inspection. Max said little and declined an offer to sample the merchandise. In shortorder he offered $1000.00 for the acquisition with pick up to be made about10:00 that evening. Jolly Roger readily accepted and Max used a syringe toinject his new property with a. It was a beautiful sight to her, and she got off on it, whimpering and moaning as she drenched her fucking fingers with a goodly supply of pussy-juice.Samson groaned loudly. His hind legs flailed the air as he tried again to fuck. He ached to fuck his stiff, throbbing prick into the girl's mouth. But he could only writhe and whine as the girl sucked him off.Cindy's pussy got very hot as she sucked the dog's huge prick. The feeling of the dog-cock fucking so sexily back and forth on her lashing.