Then it was lightly booming, only with the metadinha, in that I began to feel no more pain but pleasure and gradually it was entered more, and soon it...was all in and I felt its balls beating in my xana, and soon He was already pushing harder than I could even hear the sound of his body pounding on my ass, and he moaned and said, "Wow how you are hot, what a hot ass ... and I was like a pervert, like a teenager who And I was ecstatic, knowing that I had that man at my feet, that he wanted me,. ’ Disbelieving a gentleman at his word was never done back then and at first she doubted him and questioned everything he said, but there was something in his eyes that made her believe all that he told her was true. Now, she was starting to wonder if he might be the one. She told him about a recurring dream she had about the future, as a young maiden so long ago, ten years before, in 1883. It was March the third, 1893, and coincidentally, the time was 3:33 in the afternoon, always it was 3:33,. I’m looking away quickly. I’m placing the bed pan against her butt and gently roll her on her back. “How does that feel?” I’m asking her without checking the position of the pan in detail. I just want to get this over with. “Should be fine, dad.” “Ok, I’ll cover you with the blanket and will give you some privacy.” I’m leaving the room. Some time passes. “Eeew!” I’m hearing. “Yikes! Dad, help! Everything’s wet! Take it off! Take it off! It’s disgusting!” I’m entering Ava’s room. She has managed. "Oh," I said, tugging the skirt over his hand while he continued to move his fingers inside of my obviously enjoying the idea of showing the toll-booth attendant how such matters as metal grating on a bridge should be handled. He dropped a few dollars into the man’s hand. "Thank you and you two have a super day." "Yeah, thanks." He said and crushed the gas spinning the tires. I liked it. I liked the way he enjoyed showing off. My pussy was on fire. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more..