"You like slaps? You want some? "He saidI nodded yes. I glue a slap. Then another. Oh fuck that's good. It's been a while since I had not been submitt...d. All my senses are in turmoil."Go naked fat pig .. shows us that you're a whore! "says Marc.Olivier loose my balls, he was triturating me to death. I have a stomach ache. In an instant we all have hair. I'm kneeling at the foot of the bed."Just look at this bitch! band has died here! Kneeling shows your ass .. away, "says Marc.I obey, I leaned. My fingers were furiously moving in and out of my grandma pussy. Even inside the water, I could feel the heat and distinct wetness of her feminine releases. She was dripping and dripping hard. The fuck scene she had been witnessing between her husband and her daughter had driven her wild with lust as she gyrated her pussy trying to bury more of my probing fingers inside her sweltering pussy.After the jerking had stopped, mom released her grip off the wall and her body suddenly appeared. So many ex-offenders screwed up by wanting to find what they'd lost by being locked up. Men who thought they'd gotten their lives straightened out in prison wanted to pick up those lives where they ought to be. A good wife and a stable home. The problem was that no 'good' woman in her right mind would have anything to do with a newly released convict. More than half of us were going right back. The type of women who would take a risk on fresh ex-cons were exactly the sort that would help get us. But it was a bad idea. So bad, in fact, that the mere thought of it made Marcy’s sullen heart beat a little quicker. If not for that physiological response, it would have been nothing more than a passing, absurd thought. But instead, it lingered in her mind and the longer it did so, the faster her heart beat.What a rush it was, too! There it was yet again: that giddy tingle she got from being risqué; from being a naughty girl. There soon came a point where her mind began to wander away from the.