"Hey Ken you better of give that bloke a real going over" Well Ben said he wont be having a fuck for a while as he kicked him so hard in the balls its...a wonder they were still attached to him." Oh Ken you know Bob hates violence he wouldn't of wanted you doing that" Too late Babe damage has been done, a good job too" Right I'll go and get some beers"."I'm going to have a shower Larry so if the phone should go would you get it" Yes no problem you go and brush up love" There's someone at the door. Kiss you one last time before I rip the panties off you and spread your legs like they have no weight to them. I stroke your legs, I press my thumbs into the balls of your feet. I swim over you with my hands. “Listen to me.” I let the words hang in the air, demand your attention and your patience. “I am going to lick you, from the base of your pussy to the top, in one long stroke. I am then going to repeat the action over and over. And every time I do I want you to count one. Focus on the. ‘Night, Ciaran.’ ‘Night…’ I could barely breathe, and when her door closed behind her, I got hold of myself and I headed home. I lived only a five-minute walk from her, down the dirt road. Our tribe lived in Copper Harbor, a small town at the northernmost part of Upper Michigan. Most of us clustered in the forest outside the town. My house, on the other hand, was just a little place that stood on the northern slope of Brockway Mountain to the west edge of town. Selene lived right along the road. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking.