She didn’t mind me stripping her naked and started making all sorts of happy sounds as I went down on her. I fingered her until she said she didn’... care if it ripped her pussy open, she wanted my dick again. I made a production out of stripping and then heading to get a rubber. I turned on the shower right before she came in to pee. The second she had patted dry I pulled her into the shower with me.I put it bluntly, “You stink. I mean seriously, you reek of stale pussy juice. Even your mom. I grabbed her tight butt and reaching for the string. "I bet you have one too" she inferred."As a matter of facts, no I am wearing silk boyshorts, the ones you gave last year" I replied."Oh lovely, I bet I will get to see them soon" Barbara assuring while we got inside the house holding hands. Once in the living room, she left the news paper on the coffee table, and without any warning she kneed in front of me, unzipped my pants, lowered my pants and checked my boyshorts, "lovely, lets see if. She wondered how many she would be given. She tried to relax her backside, but another swat beat it taut. She cried into pinched lips. Her cry escaped as a wheeze through her nose. Robert rained six blows before pausing. She heard clothes shuffling behind her.“Open your mouth, Bitch!”Was he going to face fuck her? She complied and a foul cloth invaded her oral cavity, stinking of her son’s cum and pee and worse. Nothing was more shameful. Her beatings resumed. Screaming into the gag let her. If he would only let her stay on long enough, she was sure she could get her gun. It turned out that he had been right on about a girlfriend having problems with her boyfriend.It seems that good old Max knew little and cared less about the needs of a woman. He jumped on, shot his wad and rolled over to go to sleep. She had been trying to get him to go down on her until he told her to shut up and forget it.So, she wanted somebody to lick her pussy, did she? No sooner said than done. While he was.