He sat back and took some pictures before he stood up inbed. I heard the healthy *splurt* of lube and the squishy sounds hemade as he applied it liber...lly to his cock while stroking it.He grabbed my hips and pushed forward, folding me in half. My kneeswere around my ears and when I looked up at him I was staring at thebusiness end of my own dripping cock. I placed my hands against myback, using my elbows for stability as Martin mounted me.His cock slid back inside of me effortlessly. He placed. Well, on the off chance that this time they could follow. He had been stupid to start that, but ... he had believed it. At least, at first. And, maybe, the tradition had brought him and his daughter even closer together. But, now...His wife entered the room."What is it, Mark?" He handed her the letter."She's gone. I should have taken her." But, Mark!" No but!"Turning, Mark stepped up to his wife of five months and took both hands in his. Her eyes widened at the seriousness of his expression. He. It was a simple 3-room building consisting of an office, exam room/surgery and a medical supplies storage room.Brenda and Steven were part of our resident medical team. They were a married couple in their early thirties who used to have a private practice in California. Steven was a plastic surgeon and Brenda was one of his nurses as well as being a registered dietitian. Steven would perform the surgery and Brenda would teach them how to eat to maintain the perfect body they wanted. She. His movements appeared precise and calculated. As Lance carefully angled his hips, she felt his knob brush past her cervix and lodge itself into a deep pocket of her vagina. In the past, she only had a vague sense of this place inside her body. Yet it now felt like a void that had meant to be filled for her entire life.“That’s your cul-de-sac,” he whispered into her ear. “Not a lot of guys can reach that place.”With his manroot buried from head to hilt in her pussy, Lance began a series of.