Katie was lying on her stomach on top of the satin sheets (how did she rate those?) on her California King bed, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “Get o...er here and rim my asshole, Blake – I told you it was coming.” I had never been much into rimming, although I seemed to remember from our Internet chats that Katie expressed a penchant for it. However, seeing her there naked, with her cute round ass sticking up in the air, her legs slightly spread to give a glimpse of her perfect pussy, and sucking. If you refuse I'll get my morning exercise. You're going to be my kick bag." She stepped close to the woman and slapped her."Melissa, The next time you do a take down, incapacitate the enemy. You screwed up." Melissa had turned her attention toward Zelda and Karla Von Krupp. The first man she had taken down had a small hideout gun in his left hand."Boy, you have one chance. Hand that dinky little pea shooter to Melissa," Jack told him in an even voice."Screw you," came the quick reply."No,. It's happened already?" "I didn't want to keep my bestie waiting, Cath. I care too much about you." Considering that she was lying naked in bed with me, with her head in the crook of my arm, her face pressed against my bare breast and one hand casually rubbing my pubic mound, it wasn't hard to believe that she cared about me. But considering that she was going to tell me about an attempt to fuck my husband, there was room for concern. We were at a resort in rural Minnesota. Other than to hear. He held her hips steady with both hands as he eased the head past her inner lips, stretching them wider than she imagined possible. "Ow, God! You're too big!", she cried as her cunt lips parted and his helmet slid in.Peter's response was to draw her hips forward, impaling her with his rod. As he thrust another couple of inches into her, my darling wife moaned first with pain but then with pleasure as the thick knob filled her, slipping along the ridges of her cunt walls, driving slowly,.