She went outside for a quick smoke, saw Josie across the parking lot doingthe same in her car, and yep, she saw Josie's former sister doing it too,man...she could not help herself when it came to that. In fact, she lookedkind of hot to her now too. No, she thought, she was just on a high rightnow, she needed to not to do that. "Oh, what the fuck," she thought,feeling herself get a little wet. She walked up to her."Hey, Janet, how are things?" Do I know you......" Janet froze for a second looking. The more they fucked the hornier they got with each other. Keith's behaviour got more and more x-rated and Anam revelled in the 'attention' from Keith. She still wore her traditional clothes and headscarf most days, knowing that Keith couldn't resists her in them, he would always slap and pinch her ass, touch her up, grope her crotch and kiss her in them and always make her sit on his lap, he would also make dirty and disrespectful names and comments to her. She knew he wanted to defile them. .......or my cock in your mouth again!'With that, Dave pulled the front of his tracksuit down to reveal his long, wide, and rapidly hardening shaft to me. I instantly remembered how good it felt in my mouth the last time I was here.He continued to drop his tracksuit, and kicked them off his feet, then sat in the large comfy armchair, opening his legs as an invitation, but without saying a word.I accepted the invitation, and moved, so I was kneeling between his legs.I licked his shaft, from his. He sighed, smiled, and said "Yeah,thanks."And got out of line. He could probably make it home...Shawn realized he wasn't peeing on a tree. He was peeing on thetombstone next to it. The stone was really old and worn. Shawn couldn'tread it."Oh well," Shawn said. "Have a drink on me, whoever you were."Elisabeth Mather (1756-1784) had enough. She had enough of peopledesecrating her stone- of the humiliation of having her husband'smistress buried next to him while she was buried away in a.