Now we are really celebrating!”Leaving the cemetery, they walked down the long tree-lined lane towards his parked car.“Harry, there is one other l...ose end?”“Really? Another one?” delivered with a tone of playful exasperation.“Yes another one… You were a book collector and agent once upon a time. Frobisher told me you were a total bastard and that was a term of endearment coming from him. You must have been good at it. You got me too with the price of the Cremorne.”“Yes, I said that was. She said to come in. She was in the bathroom and asked me to go get some ice from the ice machine. I noticed a nightgown on her bed, but i went and got the ice. When i returned, i noticed the night gown was gone. She was still in the bathroom and the door was open. She was lifting her leg over the sink and washing her pussy! I started to get hard and watched as she went in and out of her cunt hole with a wash rag. Finally, she came out wearing the top of the nightgown only. Her hairy. Her orgasm was not far off.Len kept pumping his burning prick into her, fucking her brains out. She could hardly stand it as he rode her toward climax. Her pussy muscles gripped his thick cock as she squealed her pleasure. He kept pumping his cock between the soft, moist folds of her hungry cunt, turning on more and more as he felt his throbbing cock gliding back and forth across her fleecy golden pussy."Ahhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, Daddy... don't stop fucking me till you make me come!" Diane. She followed him throughin silence.The man looked around the room quickly and then sat on the edgeof the bed. "I'm not sure how to explain this," he said. "Iwant you to hit me." What, like a spanking?" Rachael thought of the schoolgirlcostume she had tucked in her working wardrobe. It had been awhile since it last saw any use."No." The man shook his head. He spoke very deliberately. "Iwant you to attack me. You need to pin me down on the bed andpunch me in the face and body." .Rachael.