I threw off my jeans and panties and, with a foot either side of my computer monitor, I forced four fingers into my sopping hole. I love that stretche... feeling, mmmm.I watched as Paul's hip movement started to get faster an faster and I could tell he was close to cumming.I continued to pound my cunt with four fingers and Tom's rhythm also got faster.Paul's hips thrust upwards, he coughed (I guess to hide a grunt) and a brilliant white stream of cum landed across his chest, then another rope. She now no longer dyed her hair and allowed it to turn its natural snow-white. She embraced her age warmly now. She had it cut quite short and it accentuated her leng neck and her beautifully angular face with its high sharp cheekbones. I wa startled when she came home from the salon. She was aglow when she told me the stylist was flirting with her and even gave Grace her phone number. I convinced her hold onto the number just in case she ever had the urge to explore another aspect of her. Maine uski makhandaar chuchi brab ke uper se danbana shuru kiya to wo sisakne lagi jaise kafi pyaasi ho aur bahut dino se chudi na ho. Phir maine uski salwar ka zarban khola to wo bolne lagi ki condom hai to maine kaha ka haina meri jaan tab wo aur xcited ho gayi aur siskiya aur tez ho Gayi ab maine uski bra bhi utar diya to wo full nangi thi mere samne aur uski badi badi chuchi jo mom ki tarah chamakdaar aur resham ki tarah mulayam thi mujhe bula rahi thi phir maine uski chuchi ko choosna. Their bites wouldn’t do anything.I shifted, squirmed. My skin itched again, but not out of fear like before. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to fight. I yowled and hissed. I needed to be free. I couldn’t be caged up. I could do something. I could ... could... “Mistress Aingeal, let me out! Please! I can swat them out of the sky and ... and distract them so you can kill them.” Yeah, I could do that. Aingeal’s attacks were killing some. It was just ... slow process.“Gods, are you crazy?”.