Stacy gags as Luke fucks her face hard and fast. He pulls out and watches as her spit glistens all over his hard cock. He pulls his fingers out of her...and places it on her round ass. He slams his cock back down her throat hearing her muffled groans as she deep throats him. Luke pulls out and slaps her face with his cock. “FUCK ME!” Stacy begs as Luke slides his cock back down her throat again laughing as he spanks her left ass cheek. In slow circular motions he massages her ass before spanking. Palmer who was standing there speechless, her lips set tight. I could see the steam all but coming out of her ears. "Charles, it's time to leave," she said as she took her husband's arm and turned away. She looked back over her shoulder at my mother. "Cynthia, I'll be calling to discuss the pledge drive." And with that last word, she hurriedly minced her way across the room and out the door, poor Charles tagging along in her wake of fury.With Mrs. Palmer having disappeared like the Wicked Witch. “How long do you think it will be before our folks are back?” Josh asked.“Well, if it like every other year, my Dad will be the last one to leave. Then they will all go to eat dinner at an all night diner. So it will be a while.”“Cool.”“Why what do you have in mind?”“Nothing, just curious is all. Hey do you remember when we use to play house at the reunion?”“Yeah, I do. It was fun, but we were kids.”“I remember the last time we played. The year before my parents split. Do you remember that. But the pain is a physical entity, it has a presence, a weight, and it crushes her lungs, her throat, her soul. It hurts so much, she is dizzy, and everything fades. She wakes up, bleeding from her pussy, so much blood, so much pain, she wishes she could pass out again. I'm still buried inside her. Her pussy is squeezing, trying to get rid of the invader, trying to push it out. She can't move. She is crushed by the pain. I have her on her back, and I'm on top of her, holding her wrists down to.