In a few minutes, her waist was again wreathed in legal tender. As before, Sam was her greatest and most generous fan, shoving tens, twenties, and eve... a fifty into her G-string. She smiled at him, and he grinned back.As the end of the hour approached, Daphne crossed the stage, dancing close to Sam?s table. She bent low, so that her buttocks jutted out, offering the short, heavyset, baldheaded man a close-up view of her golden globes. She shook her ass in his face as she looked back at him,. Looking for something were you? Stains on the sheet?”“You’ve been fucking Siân.” It was an accusatory statement. David wondered why she was so irate. Her upset feelings seemed so out of proportion.“That has absolutely nothing to do with you,” he snapped. “Mind your own business.”“I don’t believe this!” she said scornfully. “Seducing a young girl; your own wife’s sister! It’s incest! Disgusting!”“You seem full of righteous anger about something that has nothing at all to do with you,” he said. "Okay Paul, let's fuck!" We hadn't found any gold, silver, or precious gems, but I was going to make sure that we hit the Mother Lode. "I want it fast and hard. Let's go!" Immediately, I began a rhythmic pumping of Dana's soaking wet pussy. She was bent over holding on the rock and relishing every moment of our lovemaking. "Fuck, Paul, this feels so good. I really found some great treasure." I kept pumping her womanhood as fast and hard as I could while fondling her swaying breasts. It felt. M.)Michael eyed his rear end in the mirror. It fucking hurt like a bitch. The livid overlapping handprints had his entire bottom scarlet. He couldn’t believe how much it hurt.“You explain this to the guys in gym class Monday morning,” he complained. Of course, his rear end couldn’t do anything but sting, not that it mattered. His psycho-sensory field took care of that issue.“I need the aloe,” he muttered. That went without saying.Leaving the bedroom naked, he crossed the hall to the bathroom..