.." Like the lack of a bed was the only thing stopping 'em from doin' the fandango?"Cassie swallowed and nodded meekly, unable to meet his eyes."Hoo b...y," Ned sighed."Ned, Richie can't be controlling her, not directly, can he?"Ned shrugged. "I dunno, babe, I really don't. I mean, we don't see that funky Aura on him. Mebbe we should just ask him."Cassie's eyes widened. "I don't think that's a good idea. You know how he flies off the handle so easily." Only when Melinda gets his goat. By the way,. ’ ‘Mmmm, Daddy, I’m such a dirty little girl, I need you to lick my ass, please. Pleeease.’ ‘Oh, yes, baby, you are a dirty little girl aren’t you? Begging Daddy to eat your little ass, ‘ and I resumed licking her back door. I started to wriggle my tongue into her hole a little at a time. I was gaining ground as she relaxed more and more getting into it more by the second, it seemed. I reached up to her mouth and pushed my middle finger into her mouth telling her to get it good and wet. She. When they were ready, they reported to the teamster and his assistant, and set off into the deepest darkest jungles if India.The teamster was telling them stories about the 'devil ghosts' that lived in this part of the jungle, wild pigs of monstrous size, in unnatural colors of pale blue, reddish brown, and dirty white. John made certain he had his pig spear with its cross-bar handy, and he made a few extras that night, for whoever else wanted them. They were taken up by the assistant and. So I entered the house with my usual quiet reserve so as not to intrude upon them should they be talking “girl talk” and the like. My usual habit is to move to another room on the other side of the house and go to work on my laptop and then emerge later when all is clear.This wasn’t one of those times. As I stood there listening to the grunting of another man and the sounds of my wife’s breathing and moaning, my heart started pumping fast in my chest and my cock instantly filled with blood,.