You say, “Ride me now.” I kneel over your body and sit down on your cock, taking it all in my pussy. You put your hands behind your head and say, ...��Give Daddy what he wants, Pet. Fuck me with that wet cunt.” I put my hands on your shoulders and do exactly as you ask. Slowing down when you tell me too, speeding up when you tell me to. At one point, you tell me to rub my clit and cum for you and I do that too. By the time you’re ready to cum, I’ve already came twice. I know you’re close when you. They had friends over to join frequently.“In college, I escaped them but my escapades continued. Within a few months, I had a boy friend and frequently shacked up with him. He was the first of many. Even after college, I continued to be active sexually. I had one guy who was primary but he was never the only one. I met Charles and he was into any sex act that he could think of. I performed with him and with others for him. We finally broke up when I moved here. Somehow, I’ve never gotten. Boromir's dead alright." "No, silly. I'm not talking about Boromir. I know he's dead. That new type of orc of Saurman's killed him. The one I'm talking about is Gandalf. He really didn't die in Moria, did he?" Cagily, as the two of them made their way to Dennis' 4Runner, Kelly kept coming up with inventive ways to dodge answering Gale's question. "Look," she said as she unlocked and opened the door for her wife, "I have an idea. If you really want to know if Gandalf's really dead or not,. Let's get back to bed!"Half an hour later, Harriet lifted her flushed face from Gwen's moist vagina and said."Do I get paid when I come and work for you, Gwen?" What do you want to be fucking paid for? You're rich enough already, you greedy bitch! NO - you get your food and lodging and in return you work for me all day and satisfy my sexual needs all night. When Jim is around, alas, your nights will be your own, although you can and will work longer hours at such times - since you won't any.