I breathed a deep sigh of relief when he gave up after those painful attempts.But he held that knot pressed firmly against the opening to my vagina an... I felt the warm spray start to fill me again. It went on and on. It might even have been boring if it wasn't so fucking traumatic.I'M GETTING FUCKED BY A DOG!! AGAIN!!I know that this horrible memory will be with me for the rest of my life. At some point I'm reasonably certain I'll get away from these awful people and hopefully I'll find a good. There was a mischievous smile and I could sense that she was slightly nervous. I leaned forward and kissed on her lips. I pressed my lips against her soft tender juicy lips. She dropped the container and looked at me nervously. I laughed and she joined me to laugh. I bent down and picked the rolling container and put it on the kitchen dining table. She stood there, looking at me with pure lust on her eyes. I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to her lips. I tasted her juicy lips. It was very. She removed it from her mouth and excess saliva dripped to the ground. Before I knew it, my wife had slipped that index finger in my ass. The sensation of my wife's finger in my tight ass sent me over the edge. At the same time, my wife gently cupped my engorged balls with her other hand. "Oh God, I'm going to cum," I nearly screamed. The pace of my hand on my rock-hard and thick cock became frenzied as my wife's finger fucked my ass."Oh yeah, cum for me! Cum on my tits!" Kelly encouraged with. It was 18 months later that she had gained her best lead and this tied in with her summer break. It was a Henry Kerslake that she was looking at, who owned a mansion near Maidstone, Kent along with the surrounding hop farm that supported the family brewing business.When she first arrived, after taking the train from London, she was in awe of what the Kerslake family stood for and her heart trembled a little at the thought that she might soon be a part of it if her suspicions proved to be.