“Don't cum in me. Save that for Kiersten, but make me feel good first.”Don't cum? Easier said than done. I was balls-deep in my daughter's tigh..., juicy tunnel, holding her creamy little asscheeks in my hands, watching her do an amazingly good job of devouring her best friend's meaty cunt.I couldn't resist moving. I had done this with her enough by now to know the power she needed to build to a strong orgasm, and the pace I could maintain without, hopefully, going off right away. With Jamie. That's called pre-cum"Oh heck,I thought my little brain was going to go 'bang'.My eyes felt like they were going to pop out,which made Chris laugh out loud,"Look at your face,hahaha.Wanna know something else? He likes to squirt his spunk over my face as well"WHOAH! This was really weird."Eugh,that's dirty.Why does he do that to you?"Chris stuck his tongue at me again and said,"No it aint,it's well good.And he does it 'cause he likes to see my face with his spunk on it,says it makes me look. I looked at the bottom of the bag but there was nothing. Then i spotted it. A little flicker of blue writing on the label... "Dear abbey, I knew you'd forget. Hope he enjoys this and hope you like it, Happy anniversary! Love Hannah. xx" i looked at it and laughed. She really was the worlds greatest. "Are you ok in there?" I heard James' concerned voice come from outside the door. "I'm fine!" i called back as i was taking my shirt off. "I'll be out in a minute!" i heard footsteps walk away and. The wedding was arranged to help her parents pay off their debt, Monique knew nothing about her ‘husband’ but the love of her family couldn’t see them go hungry, so she agreed to the marriage. Her only joy was Bernard had decided to stay with her, despite his obvious hatred of the man she was to marry, but the happiness of the day was destroyed when an army of men dressed in black stormed the château killing everyone in the household, even the bride suffered a fatal stab wound to the heart..