You love it!”Mrs. Armstrong moaned.My body bucked. My arm yanked.I ripped the anal beads out of Mrs. Armstrong's asshole as the pleasure bathed my m...nd in ecstasy.I felt each bead pop out of her sphincter. In two heartbeats, I had yanked them all out of her bowels. The MILF squealed in rapture. Hot cunt juices gushed down the dildo and soaked my cunt. I gasped, my clit throbbing. New rapture exploded through me.I set off her orgasm. “She's cumming!” I howled. “The selfish bitch is. I feel guilty because I am so happy, and happiestwhen I get gang ra… I was going to say gang raped alot. What should I call it?”“Sex. What you are getting is sex. You are getting sex alot. Whether freely given, tolerated, or taken by lustygroups, you are getting sex. You love sex, Norma. Youare a normal woman. Normal women do like getting a lotof sex. They are happiest when they get a lot. Those ofus who like seeing happy women, do what we can to helpthem get a lot. I want you. "You could have called, Julie thought. She looked at David, who shrugged. "Sure," Julie said. "Let me go change." You're fine the way you are," her Dad said.She wasn't wearing her bra, and had crossed her arms over her chest to hide that. Now she smiled. "no-no, I insist. I'll be just a moment."She didn't try to dress up, that would take too long. Instead she settled for a nice blouse—this time she made sure she had her bra on—and earrings and a touch of lipstick. After a quick check of her. Hang on.”I ran upstairs, cursing myself for not thinking of covering her nudity. I grabbed a towel out of the bathroom closet and then one of my sweatshirts. I ran downstairs skipping three steps at a time.“Here you can dry with this, and this sweatshirt should be big enough to cover everything.”“Thank you.”She quickly dried her body. Her breasts barely moved when she rubbed the towel across and around them. At one point she turned her back to me and my eyes were drawn to her miniature and.