I could hear the squishy sound of her fingers diving into her mingling with the slaps of her hand.The fingers over her clit moved in a blur. The fap s...und of my fist sliding over the helmet ridge of my cock joined the symphony of sex echoing back from the walls. She began to twitch and arch her back. Her whimpers grew louder and more frequent, punctuated every so often by a high-pitched grunt. Even though I was still holding back, I could feel the tickle in the head of my cock swelling.She. . More from Fangman: The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson died and went to heaven.At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, “I want to hang out with God.’St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you were. Bonnie was leaving on a girls-only weekend with some friends in a couple of weeks. That was the weekend they were planing on putting plan into action. For the next two weeks, Marie did the same thing she had done to grab uncle Robbie's attention, she started wearing tight little shorts around the house, hoping to get her daddy's attention. Likewise, for the next two weeks, Mark pounded Bonnie every night, insisting she call him daddy, fantasizing it was Marie he was fucking. The little. Then Jerome pulled out and he laid that monster across my belly so I could see it covered in his warm cum and my cream.He stood up and looked at his mates. Then he looked at me, asking if I was ready to please those black guys. I smiled at him, saying I would give just my wet cunt to his friends, because my asshole belonged to him. Jerome was delighted hearing that. He leant over me and kissed my lips, saying he would fuck my ass later.Then I purred like a cat on the bed, lying on my back and.