He would keep the troopers off her back with his money and influence if she would save for him the newest and freshest pieces of meat she came upon.It...was rare when the Madame added a new piece of fluff to her stable of hardened whores, and when that happened, Felton had to settle for old cunt.The whorehouse outside of town was the perfect place to assure him privacy. There, he could experience all his perverted desires without the word getting around.Socially, Felton knew scores of women. They. Her legs parted before I even touched her and I could see the thong was dripping wet. Once again my cock pulsed at this sight. As I kissed her stomach she started to remove her blouse. The closer I got to her dripping pussy the more I could smell her. The more I could smell her the more I wanted to taste her. As I kissed the top of her pubic hair I pulled her thong down past her knees to the floor. Now I could get to the honey pot I so needed to taste. She had now removed her blouse and her. A few times we even went to strip joints and the strippers would suck on her tits and play with her pussy. I was in heaven and marrying her felt like the greatest thing ever. She made me feel confident and alive. I was truly in love.Up until our third k**, things were still great. As long as she was trying to get pregnant, I got it whenever and however I wanted. When she was ovulating, of course we had regular sex, but outside of that box, it was blowjob heaven, anal heaven, pussy to mouth and. “Morning Vicky,” she said, “This is better than the B.B.C!” As I walked past her, I was sure she could smell how turned on I was. I made it to my desk and tried to get into some work, but it was no good. Reaching down to my inflamed cunt I pulled up the front of my skirt and started to slowly rub at my clit. Closing my eyes, I thought about Darrol plundering my open, shaved hole and with a few harder rubs, I felt my orgasm rush upon me. “That looked like fun!” murmured Isobel the older woman I.