She pulled them apart, slowly loosening her asshole. The wet drips from her pussy now ran into and back out of her slightly gaped anus. She dug both f...ngers deeper and pulled again, now creating a hole not half the thickness of my cock. “You want it?” she asked coyly, noticing I had been staring deep directly into her asshole. Her husband leaned in as well, obviously as curious. “You want to fuck my asshole? Do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass.” Her blatant words almost froze me where. That sweet-sounding rumble reverberated off the buildings as he accelerated through the gears.At the first red light, Dan took a sip of his coffee, “Yuck!” He exclaimed, wrinkling his brow. “Cindy must have forgotten the sugar. She never screws up my coffee order.”Diane looked back a Brenda, and they covered their mouths, giggling. “I think I’ve got a packet of sugar in my purse,” Brenda mentioned. She put it in his coffee and stirred it with a pen.“That’s a little better,” he said. The girls. Men would always cast a lustful glance at her, yet she’d always reject their advances.The women, well, Chandra would invite some of the women to dance with her and Mann, thrusting her buttocks against them, her hands would roam their slim, sexy bodies. When it’s time to leave, they would follow, unknown to them, both mother and son to their studio. Sometimes, Chandra would meet other mothers at the club, mothers who were there with their daughters. They would dance together, the mothers, the. While I was waiting, the girls mutilated the bodies like I had told them. Their hands were hacked off as well as their feet. Their eyes gouged out and their nose cut off. Then they cut their genitals off and stuffed them in their mouths. After they were finished, they moved the DUK and trailer to another part of the woods and reapplied the camouflage.I saw the tops of the lances and I turned and rode down the hill and into the woods. I loaded the horse into the trailer and gave him some food.