My dick got hard again very fast. I felt her dick slamming against my prostate. I was getting so close so fast. I couldn't take much more."Mistress, I...am going to cum," I warned her."Good boy, you like getting fucked hard up your ass? Don't you? Say it! Say you like my big dick fucking your ass!" I love your big dick up my ass." "Louder my pet. LOUDER!" I FUCKING LOVE YOUR BIG FUCKING MY ASS! ...oh god I am going to cum."I burst. It was one of the most intense cums of my life. I half expected. Her insides began to pulsate, to pump out a clear liquid, slow but steady, making her much wetter. I nibbled her neck as my right hand pumped a stiff, long pair of fingers into her, the fingers of my left hand stiff as they moved up and down, her nipple catching at the grooves between them.Ashley trembled, grabbing her other breast and squeezing, left hand having moved to help me toy with her now dripping-wet vag. I let a growl loose in her ear, which eked a moan from her, pulling the finger. Close enough. I reach for his hand. He reacts to the touch, taking mine in his. We're brave, I guess. But why not?I walked right up the steps and into Gramma's house. She was sitting there with a glass of chardonnay, a bit uncharacteristic. She usually didn't drink until after five."Hi, Gramma," I said, suddenly feeling like a child."Hello, Judy," Lane said."Hello to the two of you," she said. "It IS the two of you, am I right?" Yes, Gramma," I said. "Lane and I. We're a couple. A pair." I. He planted his left knee on Brentsky's chest, pinning him to the ground. He looked into his small eyes. "You're not only a scumbag hoodlum, Brentsky, but you're a cheat too. That bag was two ounces light. And you were going to fucking kill me? Well guess what asshole? You've been stung."Steve grabbed a handful of Brentsky's hair and pulled his head off the ground. He then let his right fist fly and enjoyed the sound it made as it crashed into Brentsky's face.He liked the crackling sound of.