God, how I loved her! I should be doing something but what? Should I call and cancel the ambulance? Should I drive her body directly to the funeral ho...e? Would it be accepted without a doctor's declaration that she was really dead? I didn't know.I phoned Rosita because, deep down I knew it would be easier than telling her in person and because I needed to talk to someone. She went to pieces, blaming Laura for speaking that day, blaming me for taking her and finally placing the blame on God. Then the Cuban man fell to his knees and buried his face into Ana's ass crack. I could see him working his tongue into her asshole as my delicate wife moaned and squirmed against the window.Then the black man quickly dropped his pants down, exposing a long, dark dick surrounded with black pubic hair. He took aim at Anita`s tight pussy from behind, and rammed it in hard and deeply. She screamed in pain; his cock was really hard and very thick…He had pulled Ana's hips away from the window. Her. It just feels better when he is fucking my pussy as opposed to when he is hitting my ass mercilessly. I moan. He closes my mouth with his hand and hisses, “Quiet, Ashlyn. You’re not going to scream all of a sudden, are you? Keep your mouth shut and enjoy this. You. Are. So. Sweet. Sugar.” My nails rake his back—not in a hurtful way. I hold him tight. I am not letting him go. His ass waggles left and right. He injects more semen into my lust-sick pussy. My pussy is wet and cold. His penis feels. Rick stroked her ear while gently instructing her. "Hold your lips-oh my God... yes... that's it... yes..." She watched him with obedient eyes as she slowly slid up and down several spit-covered inches of his massive pole.She was captivating in her crisp white blouse, plaid skirt, wool knee socks, black 'Mary Jane' shoes, and a pretty red ribbon in her long brown hair. They were resplendent on a bare, brand new Simmons Beautyrest mattress in the middle of the room, supported by a platform of.