"Before he could finish Pauline blurted out, "Alright; but you promise, not a word to Charlie but please be quick you can take my pants down, just to ...ook, nothing else." she dropped her head back down in the pillow.Both men sat on the bed, making sure they were either side of her well-rounded ass. Terry ran his hand over her ass, giving it a squeeze, "mmmm nice a firm," he carried on stroking as Bob slid his fingers under the thin waistband and pulled down.Bob pulled down hard, the back of his. All day Friday was spent relaxing at the farm. Dee rode my grandparents horse Ginger around the grounds. I have to admit that the sight of Dee in blue jeans and a white cowboy hat was a huge turn-on for me. She looked fucking hot! After a nice dinner, we relaxed in the living room and watched TV. We were back in bed by ten that night. It was one in the morning and I woke up again. I looked and saw Dee on her back sound asl**p. I looked at her and her cowboy hat on the dresser. I recalled. His breath pulled in sharply at the idea of them never seeing each other again, and slowly he let out a painful breath. Miranda lay there savouring the warmth of his breath as it fanned over her – if only she could bottle him, keep a part of him with her for always. She felt a little tear at the corner of her eye and reached up to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, and kissed him hungrily on the lips. Marcus, accepted her onslaught with pleasure, and a freshly rising passion, but he knew. Sucking hard on his head and sliding it in and out of her lips. Jerking him off as she continued to lick up and down his shaft. “Spit on it,” he demanded. “Don't make me tell you. You know I like it when you get dirty with me.” “Yes, Sir.” “You're such a good little girl,” he said mockingly. “Such a good little whore. That's all you are, my filthy, fucking whore. That's it, suck that cock.” “I'm nothing but a fucking whore,” she repeated. In just a few seconds she covered his cock with.