Instead, Helen merely kissed the head of the big, blackpiece of fuckmeat before her. She knew that Rufus wasgoing to impale her throat and she wanted ...o get asmuch of his musky smell in her nose as possible, lovinghis intoxicating scent.Rufus though had other plans. Today, Helen would get asurprise.He grabbed the blue wig atop Helen’s head and pulledhard. His whopper went right in and Helen, not readyfor the thrust, gagged immediately. But Rufus pulledout to let her breathe. Mission. Your eyes are closed and your head pressed back into the pillow as hump against his hand. With his free hand, he dribbles a little lotion on the hand inside you cunt and covers it well. Pulling his hand partially out of your cunt, he gathers his fingers against his thumb forming somewhat of a cone and presses them against you. I have moved over close again to watch and he slowly but firmly presses his gathered fingers into you. I can see your cunt stretching soft grunts and groans coming from. "I can do that, but chances are you'll get picked up again before you can..." That's not exactly what I had in mind," the man interrupted, pointing his hand at him.Todd instinctively dropped his hand down to the butt of his gun, his thumb releasing the snap that held it in place."Get that fucking hand back up!" the man barked. "I told you, I'm not going to hurt you."Todd did as he was told, though reluctantly. He saw something extend from the object in the man's hand, something that looked like. He must have touched Daryl 'what the fuck you doing man,' Daryl said. T-Bone answered 'you fucking that bitch, make him suck my dick.' Daryl answered 'he's knocked out, where you ought to be.' I still laid still and waited to see what would happen. I could feel T-Bone moving his hands over the bed and Daryl's body, Daryl said angrily 'damn it T-Bone you gonna wake David up.' T-Bone said 'if that bitch ain't woke yet he ain't gonna wake up, I don't know no bitch or punk that can't feel a big.