As they headed towards the park ranger the tactical team unloaded behind them and began whatever preparations they were going to do while they waited ...o see if they were needed.Taylor and Whitaker both had military-grade handheld field radios with which he was very familiar. He was pretty sure he’d even carried this exact model, at some point in his career. They didn’t have as much range as an actual backpack mounted field unit but they’d cover about six miles, which was enough for the area. It was 8 pm. The calling bell rang and my hubby opened the door and invited his hr inside and they started watching the TV.I went to kitchen and prepared some juice for them and served the juices to them and then I sat in the middle of my husband and my hubby. His hr was astonished to see me in tat tight corset.He kept the juice on the table and started kissing me on my neck lines. Hmmm I hold my husband hand tightly slowly he moved down and started caressing my boobs on the mean time my. Everyone watched her.“Oh, Lord, that's huge!” the MILF whimpered. “Oh, that's so big. She's stretching me out, honey. Our daughter's stretching out my asshole! It's incredible.”“Are you... are you going to cum?” groaned Mr. Armstrong.“Yes, yes, yes!” the MILF howled as Stefani thrust it harder.I groaned as the massive butt plug vanished into her mother's asshole. Her hole squeezed shut around the stem, the knob nestled between her butt cheeks. Her mother's body bucked and heaved. Pussy juices. Mom giggled. My Master kicks me in my face, presses me flat for Moms feet. ?Lick her shoes as your life depends on it, you little footslut!? my Master shouted and put his belt from his trousers. Passionately I began to lick under Moms golden leather mules. Mom stood over me like a giantess, her mules wiping over my tongue and lips.. She giggled all the time, especially as the man beats me hard with his belt in the back. I cry out for pain. The taste of her soles was awful. Dirt, wet fluid and.