..if you fancy it...fuck some of there brains out. " sound advise from the cock slut Sylvia. When the taxi pulled up, the house was in darkness. Sylvi... linked arms with Joyce, and the two drunk women staggered up the driveway. Sylvia was whispering how she was going to wake Steve up with her mouth on his cock and then would ride him cowgirl till she screamed and he gave her his cream. Joyce giggled with her friend, suddenly feeling how much she would like to 'make love' tonight. Twenty minutes. If my feeling was right, and i told him what i did with Jack and admitted that i liked what happened, it might confirm his thoughts and somehow change my relationship with him. Again i was not thinking clearly and was being guided by those irrational thoughts.Frank called early that Saturday and said he was taking the day off. He told me to stop over later that afternoon. i felt i had to say okay even though i had not expected to see him and hadn’t thought about what i was going to say. There. He then proceeded in a similar fashion, to fuck my wife to his best ability. He rammed it in as hard as he could, as fast as he could. During this fucking session, I had been wanking myself to a frenzy! The sight of these two young boys fucking my wife so energetically, was as exciting as anything I’d ever seen. When she began to join in the action, obviously enjoying it to the max, this sent me over the top. Trying my utmost not to make a sound, I splashed huge jets of come all over myself;. If they got Harold and Sherrie to do their dirty work, their hands stay clean."Daddy, can you get the PI's on this? It ties things up and maybe makes our filings even more powerful."Mr. Bell went into his deep thinking mode, but did make a quick call to sic his investigators on Harold Smith's trail. We ate at a very nice, mom and pop steakhouse. The owners fawned over Mr. and Mrs. Bell like they were celebrities. The place was decorated in World War Two posters, signs, photographs and other.