I was hoping he had a bad day at work, that his boss emasculated him in front of a crowd of coworkers and that he was angry to the point that his plan...would be to find someone like me so he could avenge his honor, maybe save a shred of face, somehow, by just burying himself furiously in another guy's sweet asshole, hatefucking his brains out while yelling about how much of a filthy cock slut he is, and finally yank himself dripping from ass juice out of the pig bottom's ass and making him clean. Most of the boxes were marked. She saw labels like, ‘Barbie and Ken clothes’, and ‘Cabbage Patch Molly’. One larger box they both had to squeeze around was labeled games, and under that heading she noted ‘Candy land’ and ‘Kid’s Scrabble’. Sorrel noted that while the boxes seemed out of place to her, Marion was oblivious of their presence. It was like these were all her friends, just tucked away for safekeeping. Along this obscure stairway Sorrel was bearing witness to the childhood of three. Lisa lay sprawled out naked on the sofa, jamming a dildo into her pussy while watching two women having sex on TV! When she glanced over at me, she smiled. "Well it's about time you showed up!" she murmured, patting the other end of the couch. "Come join me."A part of me wanted to run and yer I was interested to find out what exactly she had in mind. The instant my butt hit the cushions, she took me into her arms and kissed me with her lips and tongue, while using her hands to guide mine to her. So when I noticed my husband's eyes lingering a little too long when Jerome was giving an old dame a massage by pool side, I smiled to myself. I had already seen Jerome check out my husband with somewhat hungry eyes; and now I caught my Scott eyeballing Jerome with what I thought was a lusty gaze of his own. And so I began to plot and plan for this very special birthday treat, arranging with Jerome to come up to our hotel room and give my husband a massage. So when he finally arrived, and I.