I let the cucumber fall to the floor as I noticed that Erica had dipped her hand down to her pussy and was stroking herself the whole time. The little...freak was into it and here I thought I was being rough on her. "OOhhh, God tha's so good..." she grunted."I'm going for it...uncle..." she said to herself, she was giddy from relief.I was too. I steadied her against the sofa back and positioned my cock to her upturned butt. I put the engorged cockhead into her crack and pushed in, feeling for the. Each time one of the cats made a desperate plunge for the other’s throat, he would flex his long, slender pole against me, laying it against the crevice of my asschecks and penetrating that vulnerable spot ever so slightly. As I tore my eyes from the cats and looked about the room, I could see signs that many of the spectators were being affected the same way I was. There was a group of obviously wealthy Mexicans who had probably come from the capital just for this spectacle, and I saw now that. Even though she had a nagging feeling that Sydney hadn’t changed a bit in those eight years, shouldn’t she at least take a chance and find out? People do change, she thought, look at Chad.Chad Stephens had started out a broken, emotionally unavailable man. He was her boss and she was hired to be his Office Whore. Now, a little over a year later, they were getting married in seven weeks! Yes, he was still a work in progress. Weren’t they both? She considered how much she had grown in their time. Tristan answered that he had -- just once -- and Doris was curious to hear what was doubtless a touching story of the girl who'd stolen his heart for the very first time. She expected it to be a young girl in her teens, but was shocked in the extreme when he revealed that it had been a woman in her early fifties!Absolutely stunned by the revelation, Doris felt compelled to press further. Did his parents know about it -- no. Who was she -- the wife of a friend of his mother (my god, she thought.