Stephen watched impotently, as the man rolled up disposable, orange earplugs and inserted them into the lax girl’s ears. He then pulled the leather...bag over her head. Even flaccid, Mr. Underwood could tell it was some kind of form fitting helmet.Sure enough, when the man stepped behind Morgan and began tightening the laces, the thick hide began to conform to her head. Stephen’s stepdaughter feebly tried to ward off the helmet, but the battle was lost before it’d begun. In less than five. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that. Placing her hand under her left breast she raised it so that she could lick her nipple. Once again my dick jumped with pleasure as her tongue flicked across her nipple. “You like that, huh?” she asked, “Does my mother do that with her tits?” I replied no, my wife’s tits are not big as Steph's. As she continued to massage her tits, she moved one hand down to her panties and began to play with her still covered pussy again, coating her fingers with her pussy juice. She then moved her freshly. I entered her easily, grabbed a hold of her blonde ponytail, and then held on for the ride of my life. For a moment there I thought that I had joined the rodeo and entered the bucking bronco contest. Sally was thrashing around wildly and I had a hard time staying with her. Soon I had split her ponytail and was holding on with both hands while thrusting into her violently. She was nothing like my first two fucks. In fact Sally could be called, ‘The fuck of a lifetime.’ She was a ride worth.