?I wonder if that rascal stole your clothes,? Big Bill said. ?If he did I reckon you might have to ride back naked.? It apparently didn’t occur to h...m to loan her his shirt?Oh my.? It apparently didn’t occur to her to ask for the loan of his shirt. ?I would be like Godiva,? she mused.?Like who???Never mind.?Big Bill seemed to enjoy looking at Mary’s unclothed body. It was so typical of an uncouth American to fail to avert his eyes, but she decided that this was not the time to mention it. She. We are wearing heavy sweaters and wool trousers. I’m worried about penis shrinkage. Maybe it will be OK in a warm pussy.She faces the fence and unbuttons her trousers. She pulls down her slacks and panties together. They bunch at her knees. She bends forward to grasp a cedar fence rail for support. Her pussy lips with their exciting fringe of dark hair speak to me from between her bum cheeks.I unfasten my belt and trouser button. I wiggle as I push down my trousers and shorts to my knees. Yes,. Clara’s robot retracted its member from the brunette’s dripping pussy and thrust it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallons of sizzling alien cum. The violated girls were absolutely drenched in load after vile load of thick white jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellent ooze, which stuck to their naked raped bodies like glue. Clara coughed and spluttered through this final degradation, raising her. The coming together of two such powerful families had been well planned out even before the birth of the bride and groom. The father of the bride John Thorn wasn't really jumping for joy that his little girl was about to become a bride. The man that she was about to marry was only half the problem. The other half was a bit more complex. He had enjoyed six years with her. She had become everything to him. Gail Thorn was so much more then a daughter to John, she was the love of his life. And the.