I pulled her legs up the side of my head and grabbed her ankles and fucked her hard. My big balls slapped her ass and she smiled and was sweating all ...ver her body. She said I cant believe you got hard again, I am used to wham bam thank you mam and that is it. I laughed and said, you aint seen nothing yet baby. I pulled out and shot another load on her belly and under her huge tits. Her juggs had fallen to the side and her nipples were wet from lactating. She grabbed my beer and followed me. The bathroom? Or maybe she was upstairs. Then he heard it, a soft moan coming from the room on his right. That had once been the dining room, but he had converted it into a bedroom when his grandmother first became ill. Now the nurses used it for naps. He heard another moan. Excitement flushed through his body as he thought he recognized Valerie's voice. Stepping as softly as possible, Greg moved to the doors on his right. The dining room had elegant french doors leading into it, and Greg. He took the scissors and cut open the front of my bikini briefs. Then he cut the back of my underwear open and sat down on the bed. He made me kneel before him and give him a blowjob. Now i was giving him a blowjob with my dick and ass poking out of the holes in my underwear. All of a sudden, he gave me a kick in my balls.I opened my mouth to shout out in pain, but he shoved his cock inside my mouth. I started crying and then after 2 minutes he took his cock out of my mouth. I was still crying,. Could this scar truly have special properties? He shook his head in disbelief and stumbled up the long flights. But the question still haunted him, how long had he carried this mark? What had caused such a scar? As he traced it every detail he remembered, it was perfectly even etched deep into his flesh with each line linked more like a brand than a scar. But who had applied it, and why? He tried to shake this battery of questions by searching for safe haven, something hidden, and something.