“Damn! Young lady, damn! You made your mother cum!”His cock buried to the hilt in my bowels. The hard impact of his crotch smacking my burning ass...rocked my body forward. My nipples screamed in momentary pain, stretched by the clamps. My body drank in it.Daddy erupted into my asshole.His hot cum jetted into my bowels. It sloshed inside of me. My eyes squeezed shut. I moaned into my mother's cunt, my tongue wiggling through her folds. Pleasure surged through me as Daddy grunted with each. Again the spluttering denial, she then laughing at his blushes saying that once upon a time she too had a paper round and loved Mayfair as opposed to Playboy but that her favourite had been Fiesta. That apparently settled him a little, and he drank some coffee, probably to hide his interest in her well filled bra, something his eyes had only left for seconds during his whole visit, a point not unnoticed by Pam. They chatted about paper delivering, the distance involved, the punters and the. Harlond was dead without even getting a shot off. I quietly re-holstered my weapon and walked over to where the constable was now examining a very dead Mr. Pritchard. Bill Marks and Major Becker were also in attendance."One shot dead on Mr. Die Graef. I understand Mr. Pritchard insisted on dueling but I can't say I care for the practice very much," the constable told us."I feel the same Constable Wiggins," I replied, "However I do not fancy a bullet in the back from a man who wants me dead and. Mr Rogers took some lubricant from the shelf and applied it to the rim of my man pussy. He used his finger to rub it around the tight opening and I could feel my back arch against his touch. I had never had cock in my arse and the thought frightened me. I remember Claire saying that Mr Rogers has a huge cock and that it was thick as well. I know it won't be passion when the uses it on me as he will only be interested in getting himself off and not my pleasure. There was also the thought that.