.. GOD ... PLEASE, NOW”. He is ready for fucking and seeding.I love to take the thin ones from the rear; they’re lying face down, legs spread, the...treasure visible. I don’t like to slam my lover, except maybe at the end. My entries are careful, listening to his breath, his moans. The really tight ones take a little time. I find that withdrawing and starting again works well; eventually the ass wants to be fucked and the passage opens up, the body relaxes. With his permission I might bury my. Of course as I grew up I made some friends and we chatted about it in school but that’s about it.I was pretty bad at school and never managed to get far in my studies so my parents accepted that I was going to work at the family restaurant for longer than they had predicted, but they forgot that I was no longer a kid and never stopped treating me like one.Eventually I got depressed from that restricted life full of rules and orders. Seeing my friends going to parties, meeting boys some getting. She waited a few minuets till the “ night life” started up again. She sighed, pulled off her boots, socks dropped the keys in her boots and walked out into the fog enshrouded wooded area. “ Come on John! Catch me if you want me!” She half-heartedly shouted. She looked around, no one was here, so she flashed me her tits, and went out into the trees. Finally, I got out of the car and chased her, eventually I caught her. I tackled her in the wet grass, and we started kissing. I slipped off her. “Squawk,” Junior answered, out of breath after the longest flight of his short life.“Now we have to go back and do something with this idiot,” Morales groused.“Why?” Jasmine asked when she could talk past her laughter. “He wants to go with you. He loves you, Daddy,” Jasmine teased as she stretched out the word.“Let him come with us,” Ashley pleaded. “He’s always fun. Well, other than when he wakes us in the mornings,” she amended.“Yeah, and when we fire the rifles, it will scare him into next.