Me: you rascal what you have done take out.Again he pulled out and said me to repeat my words.I said I will not repeat so he moved his hands on my ass...cheeks and touched my ass hole oh my god it was something great and hard because he kept his finger on my ass hole and by putting pressure on his finger he put his half inch finger inside my ass hole. I said you rascal what you have done take out your dick.Again he removed his dick and inserted into my pussy and said me to repeat I said you. Aluminum on Thursday morning. The shift had been humming along like clockwork today and the comfort level was a lot better than it used to be before Mr. Pittman's wife, Jan, had become the unofficial quality control specialist for the guys and gals over in the fabrication buildings.The motorcyclist cooling vests that she had gotten the company to buy for the folks working in the stifling conditions of Fabrication Building Number 2, and all the other 'Fabs, ' were great. The vest idea, like the. She could have gone to the school principle, but she didn't want to get him in trouble. So she devised a different plan.It was Friday night, and Matt was alone again at home. He had his stereo on loud, listening to the latest CD. Somehow, music groups always found a way to make something that parents hated, but the kids loved. So he sat alone in his room, listening to the music pulsate, while reading a book.There was a knock on his door. Probably his parents complaining again that it was too. Her ass was eating the seam and Greg pictured her winking asshole deep within that tightly clenched valley of her cheeks.Amy refused to cave before he finished. She knew he wanted to see her fall, but she wouldn't give. She steadied herself on her palms, causing her big tits to sway against the backs of her arms. One of her melons nearly jumped out of her bra, pink areola glistening with sweat."GGAAHH!" Greg came, sending hot white ropes of semen all over Amy's face and hair. He saw her wince.