" "You fucking better!" I bent her over and slammed all of my cock into her. "GOD YES!!!" I pulled her hair back and deepstroked her. I felt her pussy...flood. It was like she hadnt been fucked in ages. "Holy shit I missed you!" "Show me you missed me! Youre fucking like a child!" I pulled her head back and fucked her as hard as I could. I wanted to break her. She slipped off and spread her ass apart. "Fuck my ass. Ive been wanting it all day." I was flabbergasted. But you might ask me. "Why not?. Then took the meat out to the porch and fired up the grill. It was a little after 6 now and the wind had really picked up and the skies hung low, full of rain that to start shortly. As I waited for the grill to heat up some, I thought I heard someone cry out. At first I thought it could be just the wind, but then I heard it again. I stepped off the porch and headed towards the trail, behind the cabin. As I got on the trail, I heard the cry again, but this time could make out the word Help. I. I sense the barest vibration of metal on metal in my fingertips as I'm pulling your zipper down one tooth at a time.The even softer material of your boxer briefs proves too tempting for me and I lean in, pressing my face into the open V of your jeans. Your scent, the masculine pheromones, assails me. That, combined with your hum of pleasure as you comb your fingers into my hair has me groaning and my arousal throbs powerfully, forcing me to reach down to make an adjustment. Inhaling deeply and. Why did I miss my turn? I pulled into a vacant lot in Venice. It was dark, just a few joggerspassing. I unzipped my trousers. Joan pulled up her skirt. I had myselfvery rigid and I could smell the odor of Joan's vagina when the blacklimo pulled along side. "Hello, Clint. Hello, Joan." I like Dr. Troy, she's so polite. "I seeyou're playing nicely, just as I told you to." Our hands were stillpumping away. I could hear Joan shiver and groan through another orgasm.My hand was slick and I was still.