She lay against him. He grabbed her boobs from behind. She moaned.“The cock’s in the wrong place”, he whispered in her ear.“You are big”, sh... whispered back.“I know, but that doesn’t solve the ‘wrong place’ problem.”She giggled and lifted her ass. Reaching between her legs she held his cock in her hand. Guiding its head she placed it on the entrance to her love canal. She then slowly lowered herself. Once the head was docked in her cunt, she took her hand off his cock and placed it on the side. "I'm a friend of Harold's; he had to get out of town in a hurry and hegave me your passport and driver's licence and your phone number," Stevesaid, not really lying."How do I know you're not setting me up?" she answered."Easy luv; here's how we do this, you decide where and when we meet andI will be there. You can control the meeting; all I want is the moneythat you owe Harold."Michele thought about it for a few seconds and then she responded."Crest hotel; ten o'clock tonight; call me when. It's up to her on what she wants to do." I nodded, agreeing to anything the two men wanted. "That's a good girl," said Mr. Devon. Mr. Patterson continued to slide me up and down on his cock, the feeling absolutely exquisite. Mr. Devon continued to knead my ass with his hands and slowly spread my ass cheeks apart with his hands. I felt his wet finger rub my asshole and slowly begin to push it's way inside the tight opening. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. His tongue teased my tight hole as. "You missed seeing Dad peeling potatoes, and Mr. Wainwright peeling onions — we should have had a camera," she finished winking at Frank."Oh, my gosh," Evie said, as her husband pulled her chair out for her. She smiled at him as she sat down, then continued, "Is it safe to eat? I mean, Jeff in the kitchen..." Well, it wasn't quite that traumatic, and, of course, they wouldn't let me near the stove, so you should be safe," Jeff chuckled.Dave sat down next to his wife, and food was started their.