When she'd finished she looked up at me. “Yeah, right,” she said sarcastically. The thought of my wife taking Troy's king-sized cock was preventin... my erection from dying and I pulled her down onto the bed beside me and we had a fantastic afternoon of sex. That night I was nodding off when I became aware of Hazel groaning softly and rubbing her pussy. I grunted and rolled over so she wouldn't notice that I was awake. It was obvious the thought of being fucked by Troy's huge cock was still on. I fingered, he jerked, I fingered, he jerked, I fingered, he jerked.... Our mutual pleasure was raunchy and intense. When I got close to orgasm, I lingered a bit for him to catch up. Then--WHOA!!!--we both let it rip!We did it again that night by the light of the campfire.Whenever Jeff and I made plans to visit each other, I would go around during the day in an increased state of arousal. Pussy juice would seep in between my cunny lips, and I could feel that faint, but ummistakable, trickle. "He dragged his thumb across his neck and made a "kkkhhhrrrrt" sound.I understood and suddenly I remembered the bloody handprint on the man's belly."It's not appreciated if you kill the girls but it doesn't really matter either. We always got fresh meat rolling in. What's your name, k**?" Ed." My voice was shaking a little."Well, Ed. You best just keep on fucking and beating them. Don't let their crying get to you. They're all useless anyway in every other place. How many have you done?" Two. A. ‘Me too,’ she breathed. Frank was wearing a soft blue shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and she could see the muscles bunch with his movements. He still had on the black pants from his clericals. They walked to the top floor, which was almost deserted and sat on a bench looking at a series of Spanish oils and statutes, but neither of them remembered a single painting or statue. They had eyes only for each other. Finally they walked down the steps and across the piazza to the tiny.