A stab wound in his belly. A long scar up his arm from where, on my account, a knife was slid. I place my fingertips on that scar and run them along i..., then place them against the bullet wound on his shoulder, a star-shaped patch of scar tissue just under his collarbone. ‘You’re lucky. This could’ve killed you.’ He nods. ‘I know. I thought I was dead for a while…’ He places his fingers against one of my scars as well, a jagged line just above my belly button. ‘I remember this one,’ he says. "No Mike, I wasn't holding out on you, hey, we all enjoyed her eating us, and the spankings were fun, I would have told you honest."Kathy broke in, "You told us her mother was pretty interested in how much your father owned, ask the two of them, before you do anything, what they want, money, jobs cars what, they want something. I know men always like a taste of something new, but if they want too much, you know you can come here and do anything, so passing them up, won't be a big loss for you.. I couldnt help, ijust started sucking him as hard as i could, granted i knew i was wearing a sexy tight tank top and little shrts but he was all over me, he was so powerful and dominant,he unhooked my bra and took off my tank top, his big hands took hold of my breasts before he started sucking on my nipples, i was in heaven, he then bent me over and slowly pulled down my shorts and spread my ass cheeks where he started wriggling his tongue into my ass and then pussy, i couldnt hold back the. She is not about cheating her husband for getting her pussy or ass fucked. No, her only motivation is to use her feet to masturbate other guy’s cocks. Her feet look like that have been made to do this and especially when she puts some lube to help things out. He is happily receiving his footjob when she gets a call on her cell phone. Guess what? Silence is imposed, it is her man and she pretends that she is alone at the moment. Her husband is calling to know how things are going, how has been.