His body shook, and he spasmed and jerked around, his cock buried in Kimberly's pussy. His sperm shot into her, ricocheting off her cunt walls, and fi...ling her pussy. He pulled out from her and stumbled over to a chair, trying more to stay alive than to catch his breath.Kimberly stood up, a big smile on her face. She could feel the old mans cum run out of her pussy and soak her panty crotch. The red silk darkened in front of the awaiting men's eyes. Another man stood, "You must be number two,". Sally whistled unable to believe her ears. The hearty-man’s breakfast at the diner was two eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon, and three flapjacks. Eight orders of spaghetti was ... well ... eight orders of spaghetti. Betsy always ordered the forty-eight ounce porterhouse. That was a massive quantity of food.Betsy said, “So far today I had seven breakfasts, and six Fisherman’s Platters for lunch.”“I honestly believe that if I tried to eat that much food, it would kill me,” Sally said. “They’d find. He gave me a simple, clean kiss, almost innocent, similar to a kiss that my father would have given me. My lips were ablaze with feeling, though, and I was trembling, overly excited, but wanting more. He kissed me again, in the same way, clean and innocent. ‘You are simply adorable,’ he whispered to me in French, smiling again. I blushed, looking down to the floor. He lifted my face with his finger, and moved to kiss me once more. This kiss was longer, more involved than the previous two. Olu. He strained his eyes to get a better look at it, but it was quite a distance away. Curiosity peaked, he set his laptop and camera away before walking over to it. It looked like a ring, but he couldn’t be sure. He knelt next to it, brows furrowing. Yes, it was a gold ring that looked like a wedding band. He reached out to pick it out of the water, but just as he was about to touch it, a small hand covered his, making him start. He retracted his hand immediately, his eyes rising to the figure.