Sarah searched for the perfect place to mount her new treasure and finally settled on the dresser in her bedroom. The perfect place where she would se... it each evening before she went to bed.She saw herself in the mirror that rose from her dresser almost to the ceiling. Her new bottle was in the mirror standing next to the naked woman. The woman who was Sarah.She saw herself.Warmth flowed from her loins to a secret place in her mind. The warmth said it was time. Time for pleasure and time for. He didn't care anymore. His mom was way too strict. His cavalier attitude was mostly in part because he was drunk, but it didn't matter to his mother when he got home. The yelling didn't bother him much as he was too drunk and just thought she was being dumb.The poor woman was just a single mother, trying to cope with her rebellious 14 year old son who obviously thought that he knew everything, and not only that, but her husband had left her three years ago after cheating on her with her best. I used my final chamber to blow what was left of the Jack O’Lantern out of its holder on the bed.If the six shots hadn’t brought people up from the party, the long, loud, shrill screams from the O’Lochrin women surely would have. In just a few minutes I could hear pounding feet on the stairs. Two off-duty police officers who had been acting as security for the party burst into the room with their weapons drawn. I had already placed my weapon on the floor, removed the covering from my face, and. He decided he needed to finish too and Sweety’s pert bum and lovely pussy lips sticking out between her thighs was too much of an invitation. He guided his hard cock between her legs. She felt the glans spreading them slightly and thrust back, but he slapped her once again. She wiggled her butt as her mouth was full of Sascha’s cunt. So Mal aimed again, this time he wasn’t going to tease. He grabbed her mane of hair and slammed straight in. One push deep as it could, Sweety screamed on Sascha’s.