I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. And can she have green eyes? And big breasts? And maybe a nice ass? Not too big, but not too small either. Oh, and can she maybe have some freckles?” I was so excited to see my creation that I began to fidget a little on the spot, but then I heard a sudden noise. A buzzing. “Sorry, but that de***********ion matches up with Kasey Simpson – a living person. Try again,” said the voice. The words made me frown, but I decided to try again. “Okay, um… How about this? Someone short, with blonde. "I apologize for being where I was last night. You probably won't believe me, but it was an accidental thing." A thing? You call what you were doing a thing?" I'm sorry, Diane. I didn't think we'd be this uncomfortable." But as you can see, we clearly are uncomfortable." I ... I was coming over to ask you ... well, never mind what I was going to ask, it's already ancient history. I happened to look in when I saw movement in the room – it was obvious you were enjoying yourselves." You were the. Quelque soit votredestination, vous ?tes soumis ? contr?le sur contr?le, fouille surfouille.Evidemment, avec ma chance naturelle, mon passage ? travers la s?curit?de l'a?roport de Roissy ne s'est pas bien d?roul?.A force de le porter, j'avais compl?tement oubli? mon piercing ? lalangue. Le portique de d?tection des m?taux est venu le rappeler ? monsouvenir. Il faut croire que ces appareils sont d'une sensibilit?extr?me.Ce qui n'aurait pu ?tre qu'un petit incident sans cons?quences.