She’s my fiancé.”“Oh, right. fiancé. My bad. You’re right, it’s late. Let’s go upstairs and get you settled for the night. The guest roo... is kind of in disarray, but I’m sure it’ll be fine for tonight.”“Why, what’s up with the guest room?”“I’ve been turning it into my workout room. Since it’s just me here now, I’ve been making the house what I want it to be. I obviously didn’t need three bedrooms. Of course you know I made the old guest room into my office a while ago. And now I’ve been turning. His cock easily slid into her throbbing pulsing pussy but only just past the head. Oh god yesssss fuck me now. That's all Rick needed to hear, with one full thrust he buried himself into her, making her feel like her pussy was ripped open. Ohhhhh she gasped as it ripped her opening, but yet it felt so good. Oh fuckkkkkkk yesssssss fuck that pussy. She now wanted it so bad, and was into fucking him now like a whore with a John. As Rick started to rhythmically pound her pussy. She likewise was. With each lunge, he buried it to the hilt. Each time he slammed deep inside her….. She gave a little grunt from the force of his hard brown-haired pubic bone slamming violently against her own soft brown haired little mound. Josh continued slamming…pumping… pounding into Blythe’s swollen juicy Slit…faster and faster – harder and harder – until her intimate moans and guttural grunts now filled the sexually charged air. Their mindless insane coupling was noisy. Blythe’s little yelps and cries. "Then you have three shampoo and sets in the afternoon from that ladieschurch group that like to stop by on Friday."Tommy looked at himself in the mirror. He felt a strong sense ofapprehension and wished now he had not agreed to do all this. Then hewas asked turn around and Marie put a pink apron over his curlers andlet it rest around his neck. She then tied it in back. The apron wastrimmed in white lace ruffles and had the slogan, "Real Men Wear Pink"embroidered across the padded bust line..