”“Well, Bert just works too fucking many hours, he easily does 70 a week, often more. I’m in the prime of my life Pat, and my husband is sleepi...g through it. I needed to get laid, that’s why I did what I did. It was good for a while, getting out of the house isn’t a problem, the kids are in school, Bert is either working or sleeping. I have a lot of free time so I put it to good use. But then he started getting greedy, he wanted more than two or three fucks a month. The first time he. Moving to her side for a light abdominal massage with slow caressing circular strokes which she also liked. It probably helped to stir things by some gentle tugging of her pubic hair. She liked the soft brushing of my fingers across her mound. A little added stimulation never hurts. As I began some side pulls across her torso, I would most times be leaning into the side of the table for extra leverage, today being one of those times. Marilyn had hers arms resting beside her with her hands over. But a week later we were in the Republic. I’m not going to be specific on exactly where for obvious reasons. There’s extradition agreements in place between the Irish and British authorities. We’d arrived at a farmhouse during the night and I’d have had no real idea where we were if Pat hadn’t told me. As soon as it was light, Pat came into my room carrying a tray with my breakfast on it, while also laying on the tray was a handgun. ‘Have you ever used one of these things?’ he asked. ‘No, and. Samuel`s cock was back in my face and I picked up where I had left off. For a few minutes we all sucked and fucked. Samuel pulled out of my mouth just long enough for John to pull my T-shirt off. He reached around and grabbed my tits hard and pulled me down on his chest. Samuel took his cock off my mouth and positioned behind me. I pulled my legs way back because I thought I was about to get his massive cock up my ass. I begged him: “Easy, baby, your dick is too huge for my ass”. But no. He.