Everything was going like what we see in a porn movie where even I was not into senses to think what this all is going on.Started moving in and out in...a steady pace where radhika came besides me smiling at me playing with my chest, hairs on my chest even my nipples she kept pinching hard sometimes that it would pain.I was slowly gaining momentum of fucking in and out in a nice rhythm where in a second she took me out of her vagina and asked me to fuck the first lady.She turned upside down and. It was creepy. A dog ran across the yard, stopped and sniffed at the pole, then moved on. I felt my stomach churn. Was a dog really going to fuck my wife tonight? Live? On an internet video feed? Then, movement on the other screen caught my eye. Someone, a big, side of beef looking guy in a guard's outfit and leather hood, was leading a woman into the cell. Her wrists were shackled with big iron manacles and she was wearing a tattered peasant's dress. Her head was shaved completely bald and her. I touched him lightly with one hand, keeping him in place. Unerringly my tongue and nipples moved toward his ass. Parting his cheeks I stuck my tongue up him and reached beneath his body for his rigid cock, which I stroked until his hips began to move and he spurted onto the sheets and my hand. I licked his come from my fingers and shusshed him when he started to speak, then went to shower, where I carefully shaved the stubble from my cunt and asshole for Brad. And touched up my fingernail and. ’ Matt pulled up the covers and released a contented sigh. ‘God, that’s better.’ Too exhausted herself to consider the implications of what he’d just said, Melissa had to admit she too was blissfully comfortable. ‘Is your mother coming to the funeral?’ Her cheek pressed to his chest, she found herself revelling in the heat that radiated from his body. And his scent… The shirt no longer smelled of Charlie. Oh no, it smelled of warm, muscular Matt McKenzie. She fervently prayed he had no way of.