I was the ugly portrait that always hung on the living room wall. I was the annoying sound she couldn't get out of her head. In short, she detested me... and had detested me non-stop ever since I interrupted her perfect life by having the audacity of being born.So when she sat down at the extreme other end of the couch to watch TV with me, I paid her no mind and expected the same in return.There is little in the world more inane than an episode of The Partridge Family. After a particularly inane. When he was satisfied that I was in sufficient pain, he stood behind me and started roughly fucking my ass, slamming his cock in me until I could feel his huge balls bouncing against my own balls. The motion of the fucking caused the weights on my tits and balls to swing around, increasing the pain in those areas. The fucking continued until he decided he wanted to be back in my mouth. He pulled out of my ass and shoved his cock in my mouth. This continued for some indefinite amount of time --. " There is a difference? I always thought that a slut was a slut was a slut if you know what I mean." Not hardly. There are different levels of slut. Take Tanya for instance. If she had gone for the ride on your bike ... excuse me, your hog ... you would be riding her right now. With me nothing happens until the third date and even then I have to at least like the guy." So tell me, does tonight count as a date?"Yeah. I guess it does." So what time tomorrow should I pick you up for our second. The man spread his wife’s buttocks and Lanying wished the lighting was better. She knew Cynthia’s private flesh was exposed for her eyes, but only a dark shadow was visible in its place.They turned to the side and Ray’s cock came into view. Lanying had seen men’s penises during her years as a voyeur, and only one or two were longer than Ray’s. It had weight to it she’d rarely seen, heavily bobbing just in front of where Cynthia was pushed onto her knees. “Suck me,” the man told his wife..