‘Like your outfit’ grinned Harry cheekily. Maria pirouetted ‘Well it’s different’ she laughed. She was wearing the same cream linen skirt wi...h matching blouse she had on when he arrived but had changed her black high heels for a pair of green rubber boots. ‘I thought we would walk down and while you’re sizing up the job I want to check the bottom fence just back from the river. The ground can be a bit wet down there.’ She stepped out and Harry had to be quick for a few paces to catch up with. Sein Verstand war längst im Stand-By-Modus und er gehorchte nur noch seiner Geilheit. Er leckte die feuchten Mösenlippen und saugte den prallen Kitzler, seine Zunge versank tief in der nicht mehr ganz jungen aber gierigen Fotze. Sie half ihm auf und drückte ihn mit dem Rücken auf die kleine Schreibplatte. Ihre langen roten Fingernägel kratzten über seine Brust und sie fing an, seine Nippel zu lecken. Er stöhnte und keuchte auf. Ihr Gesicht schlängelte abwärts und ihre Lippen fingen an, seinen. “Im sorry father, please forgive me. I saw nothing, for the love of god spare me,” she pleaded desperately. He merely slapped her hard and pressed the tip of his thick cock to her cunt. “Silence whore, lest you suffer your mother’s fate.” He growled, slamming her to the base and groaning as her tight hole squeezed his cock. He relished in her screams as he tore through her hymen, a trickle of blood dripping from her once virgin pussy. Victor took this as the perfect time to stick two fingers in. She had waited as long as possible to board, and now she checked her seat assignment for the 10th time — 31A, a window seat near the back of the plane on the right side. With her luck, a fat old lech would be sitting next to her, trying to look down her top the whole flight back home to San Diego. Dammit, I shouldn’t have worn such a low cut top, she thought, but it was so bloody hot today! As she slowly made her way down the aisle, she scanned ahead to where she might be sitting, and noticed a.