(Nobody was crass enough to point out the legal fiction that Bollard Line and the freighter were registered in Old London.)Nairn thrust the invoices i...to their hands and TJ noted they carried details of the Suisse bank and the 'payment'. Now, TJ could clearly remember saying that he would be interested in purchasing more of the fabric 'next trip' but he had absolutely no recollection of paying in advance(?) for such an order as this; however he noted the price was the same as at the previous. Linda now eagerly drove her hips backward to meet the hot rushes of Ted's cock taking her. She was moaning, grunting, gasping with pleasure as she rotated her buttocks around and around Ted's hard driving shaft in sexual need, grinding her greedily clinging cunt back over his dick plunging into her. The fullness of Ted's 9 inches, her walls split apart, now open to this most welcome intruder, she could feel his balls smacking against her pussy as he drove into her, over and over. Oh yeah, once. Do they all get so big?” Christie came over and pushed the coffee table back a little, so she could kneel between Julie’s legs. Julie spread her legs wide, her feet resting on the coffee table behind Christie. They had been practicing for weeks on each other’s pussy, and Christie knew just how to please Julie. Julie continued stroking my sac, my large dick pointing straight up at the ceiling. My eyes were closed, my balls ached for release, tingling with pleasure. Julie’s little hand rubbed my. Slowly, they creep between us. I find the bottom of his shirt, and allow my hand to slip up it, feeling his smooth skin. As I move my hand to the right, I find the dip of his belly button. I move my hand down from there, and find that oh so familiar trail of hair, going into his pants, leading the way to the prize. With this touch, I can feel him start to grow in his jeans, as my leg is between his legs, and very much in contact with him. His breaths are deeply between kisses. With the end of.