“I’m going to ruin your beautiful little cunt with my cock!” he growls, before giving it to me even harder. The growing pressure between my groi... is too hard to ignore, and as if sensing this, his rough finger slips to my clit and flicks it before rubbing it. “Cum for me,” he whispers. I am sent into oblivion as I feel my pussy clench harshly around him, his thrusts slows down. His hold on my breasts tighten before his cock twitches inside me and fills me with hot spurts of his seed. My body. " I don't know whether that's a good thing or not anymore," sighed Claire. "From what I've learned about Old Claire, I'm not sure I want to go back to being her." You can be anybody you like," said Cindy."Thanks, but John doesn't agree with you." So ... what happened?"Claire gave her a brief account of John's behavior, and somehow found herself confiding in her friend what the grounds for divorce were, and what she wanted out of the whole process. She felt like she was spilling her guts, but. Of course we got a few pictures.After lunch we strolled down to the bay that was only about six blocks away. Our host gave us a history tour. He said that tourism had picked up considerably in the past few years.He pulled Mike aside and they walked and talked for about fifteen minutes. I noticed my girls were laughing and enjoying life. This was the way it was supposed to be: carefree with no worries.Our host came back and said he had an afternoon appointment. I extended him an invitation to. By the time my wife came home I had graduated up to the medium plug and could walk normal enough that she never noticed.The next morning with the help of lots of lube and quite a bit of force, stepped up to the largest plug. I kept it in all day to stretch myself and prepare for the inevitable. Shortly after noon the phone rang, it was Dave and he was on his way over. I quickly went upstairs, undressed and donned my pink panties after removing the butt plug.Opening the door I had my head.