Elizabeth: Sorry. I'm chatting with my boyfriend too.Jamie: Won't he be upset about you talking to me?Elizabeth: Why would he care? I mean you're gay ...ren't you?Jamie: No, I'm not.Elizabeth: But you wear pantyhose.Jamie: They're clothes. That doesn't mean I'm gay.Elizabeth: I'm sorry. I just assumed you were.Jamie: I'll talk to you later.Elizabeth: byeI shut down the chat window and then shut down the computer. I wanted tocry and smash something at the same time. I felt sick. Did Megan think. She loved stripping a spoiled bitch andtotally humiliating her. Fisting was one of her specialties. Fisting somepregnant bitch was an act she had yet to experience, but she dreamed of it. Agewas not an issue to her.? There wassomething about taking apart older women that turned Katrina on immensely: the way? their bones brokeas her fists beat them.? Then again,taking a strap-on to a teenage girl with a tight pussy and tits that were stillnubs could be such fun, especially if her mom was made to. It wasn’t love at first sight. It was lust. This was a swinger’s house party, and we were here to fuck. My wife was off with her girlfriends in the master bedroom behind a “Women Only” sign. They used this little regular soiree to explore their lesbian sides and swear to each other they would never fuck another cock. I normally prowled for couples, and often settled for cock only. Not that there were a lot of single guys at this event, even though it was bi friendly. It was just unusual to. Then I smiled, asking her to lay on her belly. I put my full weight onto her body; my tits against her back and my face over her nice tight rosebud…I licked around this dark hole first; then I penetrated her slowly with the tip of my tongue. I found her asshole was really very tight. It was true she had never tried anal sex…After a few minutes stretching her rear entrance with my tongue, I tried to insert some of my fingers into this beautiful tightness. Mariana gasped at the intrusion; but she.