Ron and Lori had been home just a few hours when she slipped off to call Jim. She hid in the garage while calling her former lover and drug dealing pa...tner."Welcome home, Bitch! Did you enjoy your honeymoon? Are you ready to start your payback?" Jim asked."Please Jim, I can't. I just got married and..." SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! Jim screamed.She instantly began to cry. Lori knew Jim was serious. "What do you want, Jim? I can send you money until I have repaid all that you lost."Jim's' voice. " He gave a cry and lost it, four heavy gouts of spunk spraying my chest as his whole body shook. I looked, eyes afire and lusting, as the hot jizz began running down towards my navel and crotch, then stood.The horny cunt swiped one hand over my chest and stomach, gathering some of his spunk and my sweat, then turned, lifted his trainer-clad right foot on to the toilet seat and smeared the crack of his ass with the fluids, working a couple of fingers into his fuck-slot as he did so, one hand on. Tall she was, and elegant, a magnificent conformation. Similes of horses came to mind so easily and fittingly. The long magnificence of leg and tone of muscle, neatness of joint and carriage and above all the mettlesome pride of her head and gait. For long moments he simply gazed, feeling his pleasure mount relentlessly. He considered her now, stretched upwards before him, restrained and yet so free. From a beam above her hung a pulley with a slender soft rope threaded through it. At one end. "I'm about ready, too." Hugh stretched out his arms and echoed my yawn. "Sleep well."I gave him a hug and a peck, repeated it to Julia and retired to sleep the sleep of the gods.Maybe it was the remote sound of something happening in the kitchen or the aromas of coffee brewing and bacon frying which woke me. I stretched languorously, grabbed my bathrobe and used the en-suite facilities before strolling down to the kitchen dressed in a new, tight, pair of ice-blue jeans and a figure-hugging.