He took hold of that hand and kissed it tenderly, then leaned down to kiss her passionately on the mouth. Connie took heart in this, and returned the ...ash just as ferociously as Rick was kissing her. At last, though, Rick pulled away, and took another deep drink of his bourbon mixer before putting it down on a nearby tabletop. When he turned back to Connie again, she was giving him a broad, salacious smile and had her legs spread wide apart, her pussy stretched wide open and exposed for him to. He was now a good six inches in her and still had more to give. Roger pulled out and entered her again with the same pace he did before but he pushed further in this time. Who owns this fat pussy now? Roger asked as he dug deeper into her box. Lynn hardly could even speak now with Rogers cock hitting places in her that she never felt before. He grabbed a handful of her hair and slapped her right ass cheek and started long stroking in and out of her. I said who owns your pussy! he asked again. . I can understand him a little better every time I'm there. Of course, that may just be my imagination, or the fact that I'm getting used to the way he's speaking." Hell," Will said with a smile. "If he can get it to where he only sounds like he's had half a fifth, nobody's going to be able to tell the difference."After dinner, Will stepped out in front of the house for some fresh February air, braving the cold concrete and sitting on the front step of Bob's home just like he had done at. Sandra loved to ride me like a cowgirl in the piles of hay in the stables. The sisters told me that they had never seen their mother as happy as she was the mornings after me spending the night with her. I basically moved into the farmhouse and switched between the women’s beds as I took care of one another from night to night. But my favorite was Jessie’s bed. She had the most endurance and we would stay up late fucking. Gina sometimes came in and complained about the noise, asking us to take.