And then, the most marvelous sensation of all. That gorgeous hairy beast had stuck his thickly-knotted muscular paws out the mesh and stroked her very...own cunt lips as she continued to bounce his cock far back into her tight, constricting little throat.The feel of those fumbling, hairy muscular big fingertips with their smooth fingerpads, so unexpected those smooth pads, especially considering how rough the rest of him was.Rough and hairy and mean and brutal and wild and free. All the things. "Lock on those handcuffs and ankle cuffs, kneel down, and hold my ashtray, slave." Yes Mistress Angela." I got up and locked on the ankle cuffs and handcuffs. I picked up the glass ashtray and knelt down in front of Mistress Angela.Mistress Angela smiled, and got her cigarettes from her purse. "Do you see what brand these are, slave?" Yes Mistress Angela, they're Virginia Slims Menthol 100's." Good." Mistress Angela lit the cigarette and took a puff. "Buy a couple of packs every week for me.". They started to increase the pace and it was if it was becoming a race to see who would cum first, this was going to be close as both girls sucked and slobbered their way to glory, Mike was close and so was I and as if my magic we both cried out at the same time, “OMFG YESSSS!” as we both filled their willing mouths with hot salty cream, they both worked hard getting every last drop from us and they both then looked up at us, “Mmm” Lisa said softly licking her lips, “I Think that was a draw”. When Johnny Comes Marching Home, a Civil War song written in 1863 by Louis Lambert a pseudonym of Patrick Gilmore. ‘When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah, Hurrah, We’ll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah, Hurrah, The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies, they will all turn out, And we’ll all feel gay, When Johnny comes marching home.’ Everyone was waiting for him to be discharged from the hospital. Only, gone, gone, gone, he was gone from the hospital. Ten days after he.