Steph was a cheerleader and likely the most attractive girl in the entire sophomore class. With shoulder-length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, smooth ...omplexion, and a petite little body, she loved to show off with a stunning wardrobe. That day she wore a low-cut, pastel pink sweater, a denim skirt that stopped a couple inches above her knee, a pair of short white ankle socks, and tennis shoes. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So anyhow, there we are discussing how to present the history of. At first I found myself refusing men for the smallest of flaws. This one's eyes are too small, red flag. This one's shirt's too loud, red flag. This one wears his hair the way my dead brother used to, red flag. It was exciting enough for me just to watch my wife move through the room and draw men's attention her way, but she soon grew frustrated with me. I knew I'd have to be less judgmental."This is Cory." My wife stood arm-in-arm with a black man who was three inches taller than me and ten. The widest part of the bottle was buried in her fuck hole. I left the bottle in her cunt as I went and got a bowl of ice. I pulled the bottle out then began to push ice cubes into her cunt. I had six in her and then pushed the bottle back in and fucked her even harder this time. Her pussy was pulsing as the botle fucked her as she was full of ice. I held the bottle as I then pushed two cubes into her ass. Now she was getting frozen with the ice in her ass and cunt. I rubbed cubes against her. .. Will... I can't!" she began, almost whimpering in the torment of the struggle between her passion and her guilty fear. But then the wealthy rancher lowered his body several inches and she felt his thick hardness against the full length of her craving, wide-stretched pussy. The jerking head of his cock rested between her eagerly clenching asscheeks, then worked its way up and down in an arousing motion that caused her once again to squirm her smoothly curved asscheeks up toward it, all doubt.