All my cunt could afford at the maximum was two fingers. My legs were stretched upright making a ‘V’ at his shoulders.He pulled of his fingers and...then inserted his thumb instead into my cunt. At the same time, I felt his middle finger poking the hole of my ass. The smooth ass parted a little and I could feel his finger going inside the rim of my asshole. “Gawd!!! I could feel all of my juices oozing out of my cunt and feel the cold wetness of his fingers as they were drenched in my steaming. Wrapped in Louis’s arms, Martha turned, embracing him tightly, pressing her engorged vulva to his erection. They loosen, and she proceeded to take off his jacket, and tie, and shirt, breathing in the scent of his musk fragranted skin before letting the shirt fall. Martha caressed the contours of Louis’s shoulders, arms, chest and belly, smiling in the dark. At his belt buckle, she stops, and feels how the head of Louis’s penis has wedged itself upward between his body, and the top of his pants.. Someone stuck an arrow in him." At least that's the information Eva gleaned from the several statements made in response to 'What happened to Al?'"Who stuck him?" she asked."Got no idea," said Sultry, "He was shot in the back and we didn't look ... and then he was gone ... no reference to where the shooter was because we didn't have a body."Sultry had a notion that there might be the possibility that Alfred might have been eliminated because he knew who was conspiring to kill the heroic. I will do anything, and I really mean anything, to make you happy” she insisted. He looked up. He must have questioned himself more times then he could remember. Now she was sure of it. There was something wrong. There was something seriously wrong. She was happy there was sort of because now she knew she could assist him. “Mom?” he started to say as he nodded his head. He didn’t look at her just yes. “I have a problem I think.” She asked what it was. He held back for a moment. She waited. He.