"Is that alright for you, bab?" he enquired " not hurting you am I? " harder " I moaned by way of reply "Certainly! " he chuckled " anything you say ...ou love. How old are youagain?" "Eighteen" I lied. I think I was just 20 in reality, but I could seehow my youth was turning him on, and who could blame him? He was 41 ! He grabbed my legs and hoisted them over his shoulders Changing Theangle for some extremely deep penetration, and well.. ROUGH sex, basically. He was pulling it nearly all. So reichte ich ihm als es wieder mal so weit war einen unserergrößten kochlöffel mit ungefähr 6 cm durchmesser. Damitmachte das ganze dann gleich viel mehr vergnügen, mir jedenfalls unsererköchin weniger. Auch züchtigte edgar mein mann immer nur so, indemer denjenigen wie unsere köchin über sein knie legte, so war er esvon früher gewöhnt, und wie wild mit der flachen hand auf den hinternschlug. Da war ich viel perverser und sadistischer, denn das ganze schauspielging ja nur ein paar minuten ?. “Could I…”He swallowed again, aware of his sweat mixing in with her wetness. He thrust his hips up in desperation. “Pl-please..”She laughed, a cool laugh that made his body ache and his heart sink.“Did we not just learn how to ask nicely?”“Pl-please Miss please can I fuck you?”“Now.. that wasn’t nice was it? That wouldn’t get you what you want.”He dropped his head on the pillow and let out a frustrated groan. How was he begging the person he was robbing to please him? He wanted her touch. No,. She was telling me how he wore her out last night. So, that’s definitely not it. She’ll talk when she’s ready.” She said.“All right, Carly did say we needed the potatoes.”A look of irritation crossed Meghan’s face. She turned to face Kathy. There was a trace of bitterness in her voice when she said. “Mom, don’t take this wrong. I know how pretty I am, but I could look like the smashed end of a wrecked garbage truck. As long as I could make him those taters, he wouldn’t give a damn. It’s.