Muscled, naked and hard, his cock in his heavy hand, the phone held up by a shoulder. He’s sitting in his big, leather chair. It’s from where he a...ways calls her. On late summer afternoons, he used to sit in it while she blew him before going out. He was her sex king, ruling over all that she did.“How were you bad?” He’s a little desperate.“I can’t tell you”“Oh, c’mon” he forces a laugh “I like it when you’re bad.”Her fingers are sticky and very wet; she works them in and out and around. He can. I collected are boles and tea pot after we were done and carried them to the sink and walked back to our room where I stood in the door way watching her go back to her e-mail. I couldn't’t get enough of watching her. She was a good woman to me, we had are problems but she loved me, she was faithful and all ways told me when I was being an asshole. Something most people were too scared to do. Her jeans hugged her hips so nicely as she sat in the computer chair, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a. Baranovaplayed documentary footage of the experiment.A popping, jumping film reel displayed the rise and fall of a bold,courageous and dominant silverback gorilla. Before succumbing to therigors of fighting the younger, bolder gorillas, and likely dying, thegorilla was given the choice of a bloody death, or a new life in the bodyof the weakest, lowliest female gorilla. Amazingly, the gorilla undestoodthis choice and decided to continue its existence in the body of thefemale gorilla. Day after. The heat is phenomenal, and my cold hand makes you shudder, but you need the extra feeling, it doesn’t take long, my fingers and tongue move as best they can, and you feel your orgasm building, unstoppable now, rushing through you, you stiffen, a long drawn out half sigh, I stop licking and push my tongue as far into your tight arsehole as I can, its not much, but its enough, and I feel your cunt clamp around my fingers and begin to undulate, your waves of pleasure bringing a smile to my face.I.