She passed away right after we sold out to a bigger ranch... enter writing..It's always been my opinion that ANYBODY can write about things they love....Some do a better job than others, but anybody's mind can remember details about their kids first ball game, IF they're passionate about that kid's sports activity. They can remember their wedding day, vacations with friends, the tragedy of losing a loved one, or millions of other scenarios. If you can remember it, or if you can IMAGINE it, you. He groaned as he sucked them. With my free hand, I guided my cock into Greedy's almost frictionless ass. He groaned deeper.I tried to go slow, but the way his ass was pistoning around my dick was too much. I rammed him hard and fast and Greedy held the couch like a lifeline."YesYesYesYesYes!" He growled. "Oh Fuck Yes! Yes, papa, oh - oh -" he voice caught and his ass clinched. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" He panted as he came down from yet another climax."Had enough?" I asked."Don't you dare stop. ”Peter shook him like a rat, I waited and finally nodded to Peter, “Have him put in the plague cells. We’ll see if he wants to talk tomorrow.”I turned to the woman that was wringing her hands, “We will find your son or what happened to him.”I looked at Sam, “why don’t you go with her and have her help draw a sketch of her son.”She smiled and kissed my cheek before letting the woman lead her to a narrow building. I turned to look around and shook my head, “They may have moved to another. His eyes burning into me while I did so, a strange little smile on his face. I sucked his fingers with as much effort as I had given his cock, wishing he would fuck me...I didn't have to wait long before he pushed me back down onto the bed, a hand on each of my wrists, his dick sliding inside me easily. I couldn't help moaning loudly as he screwed me, his hips thrusting hard against me, his breath warm on my neck. 'fuck me, do it faster...yeah.' my pussy cleanched tight around his dick as he.