Mai jatke marne mai laga raha karib 20 mintes ke baad pura land aunder gus gaya tha, aur aunty machal rahi the , maine apna pura land bahar nikla ek j...or ka shoot mara land phir se pura andher gus gaya aunty uchal pari boli amit chor do meri gand phat jiaye gi maine kaha rani gaand to tumhari maine phar hi di hai. Wo gusa ho giye boli apna land meri gand se nikalo , mai joor joor se dhake maar raha tha or wo machal rahi thi kiyo ki maine unko kamar se kass kar pakar ratha tha, wo boli pls choor. Slut's like you love it up the ass." Finally I just started to groan and squeal as he fucked my ass. I then began to beg him to keep fucking me, I begged him to fuck my ass. Justin pulled my head up by my hair; his friend had the camera and moved in closer to my face with it. Justin asked me if I was slut, over and over again until I looked into the camera and moaned yes. I said I was a huge slut and loved being fucked and loved sucking cock and swallowing cum. Suddenly another cum load. I did not like the way Charles sounded when I called to tell him I was on my way. There was relief in his voice, but also something else, as if he was still very concerned or had a heavy burden on his mind. I worried that this one-time trip outside the bounds of our marriage could cause the breakup that we had avoided earlier. I certainly had spent time with a man who was better endowed and for a while at least, more attentive to me than Charles had been in a very long time. But I had come to. Hopefully.Anyway, when the second plundered snack food truck was found empty twenty-four hours later, the idea of degenerate stoners came back into my head as a serious option and I couldn't just laugh the notion away. We named our unknown felon the 'Doritos Bandito' and we gathered up a listing of the county's rather odder and more peculiar residents as suspects. It was an unfortunately long listing. Our rural county had a reputation for being rather liberal and 'free-thinking', with a long.