" And with that she grabbed him by the hand and walked to the counter. She leaned over it, flipped her skirt up over her ass and lower back, spread he... legs and looked over her shoulder. "I'm ready for that cock of yours. My pussy is so wet just fuck my cunt a few times and then put it up my asshole. Ram it all the way in, just like that photo." Kimberly reached down and fingered her pussy lips and clit while she waited for yet another stranger to fuck her.The man stared at Kimberly for a. " Yes, it has. I can't seem to ever get enough of you."I release you and step back to look you over. Your face is a little flushed, as I'm sure mine is. Your nipples tent the slate-blue fabric of your floor-length gown."I see you dressed as I asked." Sure did- can you tell me why you asked for this exact gown?" Not yet, Jamie, my love, but it will all become clear soon enough." Would you like something to drink?" I'll have something wet and sweet soon enough", I say with a grin, "let's just go. At this point, Bob Randall, Private Investigator, was forced to make a decision about what sort of person he really was. Crouching in a girl’s dorm room closet, peering through the slats as she made love to her horny girlfriend covered in whipped cream while nursing a rock-hard erection that was leaking a stain onto the front of his pants, did Bob really want to go the extra mile and become a wanking peeping tom hiding among the boxes and clothes? Ultimately, he decided not. He would merely do. I was standing in the shadows of the spook room of the church in Lebanon. When my girlfriend sits up in the coffin and screams, the kids jump towards me. I then shuffle through the sticks and leaves we had covering the floor, raise my arms, and groan. That would send them on to my buddy Don, the ghoul with the chainsaw. The debris we had covered the floor with came from the wooded area next to the church and provided an atmosphere of this room being a cemetery or other such place. Small fans.