Next he dug a finger into the brunette's ass, making her cry out loudly."Think about it -" said Natasha, "- the asshole is usually more sensitive than...the vagina, right? If you can, go for the asshole first. Also, try for at least two fingers -- it will surprise your attacker even more!" The men all grinned in agreement, whispering to each other that they needed to more practice at this, practically drooling at the sight of Maria's tender little asshole peeping up at them. "One more thing --. " Wow, what are you going to do with them, John?"John was shaking his head, "I have to get rid of them, but I don't know how. I could rent a boat and take them out and dump them, but I think my old bosses still watch me. I've caught a guy lurking around several times, and the house across from me was recently bought by a mysterious couple who I haven't met or seen yet. There have been half a dozen different cars in the driveway, and I'd say they are agency cars. I have no idea why they're. The pee had run down her legs and completely soaked the seat. She stood up just a little and saw that the ass of her jeans, and a bit of her shirt had gotten sopping wet too. She sat back down making a sort of sloshing sound. She put her head in her hands and she let out a small whimper. I felt so bad.I reached over and hugged Emily. “Are you okay?” I asked, stupidly. She shook her head. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I knew that when we reached our stop she would have to get up. I honestly though I might pass out." Suddenly, with no physical contact on his penis at all, Oscar grunted, his body got rigid, his little boner arched upward and he came. My words alone had made my husband cum. A large string of white, translucent semen erupted from his tiny erection, shooting several inches in the air before landing on my thighs and on the sheet next to me. An instant later a second, smaller string shot out. Oscar started to move his hands towards his penis. "Put your hands.