Arwen gave a short, sharp bark of laughter. Good old Nick. “Did he? That must have gone over well.”He leaned against the back of the chair across ...rom her. “So, I can tell your stepmother you’ll give it serious consideration?”“I’ll have to read whatever she sent to Nick,” said Arwen. “It would be helpful if she sent me a copy so I know what I’m talking about. But, as long as it does good work and isn’t just hitting starving people over the head with Bibles, I’ll probably tell him to go ahead. She had no idea. “You want to know how my wife likes to be fucked?” Glancing back at him, confusion flickered over her face. Thrusting harder, he slapped her voluptuous butt, watching it quake around his invading dick. “Think your poor little pussy can take it?” “Oh, God, that’s right. Spank me, Officer,” she moaned as he pumped into her. “Punish me and show me how you really fuck her.” He was cock deep in the beautiful handcuffed whore in the park right next to the house he lived in with. Still she surprised me by raising her right foot up on to the sofa alongside of me. Then she stepped up onto the sofa as she placed her left foot alongside me. Now towering over me I looked up in time to see her place her hands against the back wall before I was buried in muff. Basically she leaned forward and pressed her pelvis to my face. Not being an innocent I knew what to do.I inhaled deeply and savored her scent. It was stronger and more aromatic than any I had ever smelt before and its. Jack could tell the man was trying to form some thoughts, so he waited patiently. When Phil spoke again, he continued to stare, as if in a daze."I remember back in the 60s, when I first got involved as an activist. So many of us were idealists, thinking that we would do anything to change the world for the better. Sometimes the anger and bitterness towards our opposition was so great, we'd resort to our own questionable tactics. We justified it by saying that they deserved whatever happened to.