It jerked inside the entrance to myass. I squeezed down on it. I'm sure I felt precum jet out and coat mymanhole tunnel. Or it could have been cum ...or all I knew. But, he didn'tseem to be hitting a climax, so I assumed precum. I shouldn't have. I cancum without hitting my climax, too. His slow hip motions set up a great fucking rhythm. My hungry assreached up and swallowed every thrust he pushed into me. Several times, wehad to stop, so we wouldn't climax. The more he fucked me, the. The other photograph was even more lewd. It showed a pair of thighs, encased in dark stockings, spread open, and between them... the flower of her womanhood. She had on a matching pair of knickers, black and red, which she had pulled to one side with her left hand. With her right hand she was holding herself open, showing off her plump labia, demonstrating the pink hole within. It was framed by a modicum of neat, clipped hair. In a panic. Maria Lap was easily in her 50's but she definitely. "Besides, when would I ever wear it?I'm wearing a tux on the big day." I know..." Felicia sighed. "It's just such a cute image."A few days later, Felicia returned home from dress shopping andimmediately collapsed on the couch. Carl, with his hair tied back in alow ponytail and wearing his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, walked in fromthe kitchen with two glasses of wine."Rough day?" Carl asked, handing Felicia the glass. "Find anythinggood?" A few potential choices," Felicia said, accepting it and. I almost wanted to smack this guy on generalprincipal."I beg your pardon?" I asked him. What I really wanted to say was,"Fuck off." But I am too nice of a person.The guy looked at me with a pissed off expression, "Oh it takes me tocall you a bitch for you to look at me?" He said in the smuggest toneever."Whatever," I said as I knew that even if I said something back hewould continue to talk. I turned around and began to walk away until Iheard him speak again."I knew you were a bitch."I stopped.