“You think our wives will be like her?”“Probably.” The Black man fucked his hips up, bouncing me on his lap as he fucked me. The chair groaned...beneath him as his wonderful, hard dick slid in and out of my pussy. I groaned and shuddered, loving every minute of his dick reaming my pussy. I clamped my pussy down on his dick, loving the friction. Another orgasm burst inside of me as the two men used my body to satiate their hard cocks. I was such a naughty wife to fuck both these men. I sucked hard. I didn’t stop to think and rolled to the left. An arrow hit the rock where I was lying and the archer, seeing he missed, had dropped his bow and was trying to get his rifle to bear. I hit him three times the last in his head as he was falling. Another rose up almost in front of me, shocked beyond believing when I dropped the rifle and went for my shotgun. He was literally on top of me before I could get it to bear, the barrel almost against his chest. The shot knocked him backwards and he. " Manipulation can work both ways. Like I said, it's all in the attitude.We had someone come in a couple of days a week, so the cleaning, the laundry and some of the meals were taken care of. But I was the primary cook and ended up cooking or at least heating up the meals our housekeeper had prepared more times than not. And I ragged on him when his tie didn't match and dug out the right one for him, even tying the new one for him most of the time. And when something needed to be dry cleaned, I. Kathleen was well ahead of her years both in physical and mental development. She could easily pass as eighteen years old if no one was any wiser that she was nearly four years away from that landmark.Dads broke the spell and chided his daughter, "Kathee beta, I hope your old and ugly father has not made you change your mind about the shower."Kathleen shook her beautiful head and said complainingly, "My Daddy is not old and he is the most handsome dad in the whole wide word."Dads bend down and.