.and OMG!!! To see what 30 odd years of heavy fucking can do to someone – the huge expanse of her red gash,her pussy hole was gaping wide,her red i...flamed lips sagging and flapping like curtains after Sara's pounding earlier with a strap-on. Sara had obviously just moved the thong to the side so she could fuck her with her device while she was still wearing it My fingers began to pull and tease her loose lips,i could virtually get my whole hand in to her cavernous orifice – the juice was. Carol’s mouth twisted in what might have been taken for distaste, then she wiped the thick gooey mess off her hand onto Dave’s t-shirt, which had fallen down now onto his belly. He was soaked, and, maybe unable to decide what to do next, he didn’t look at Carol; he kept his eyes down.Dave’s bodily quaking started to calm down, and, motivated by shame or simply in a rush to clean up and recover, we didn’t know, he got up and made a beeline for the toilets, pulling up his jogging pants as he. The mansion's mighty front door slammed shut and we never saw the bitch again.~ ~ ~ ~ ~Having successfully seen off the housekeeper, I discovered that I was about to have a male rival to contend with at The Grange.My master had gone to the local golf club to preside over a charity luncheon, in his capacity as the club's Life President. Roland accompanied him, and knowing that the corpulent butler Corbyn was having a crafty afternoon snooze (after sampling several of his master's vintage ports. My knees were shaking in fear, and he wasright. I was ready to run right back to my mama. "Stealing a car huh?And wearing a dress too! Why, I'll bet you looked just cute as hell inthat old ladies dress!" he started laughing, a hoarse crackle thatsounded like pure meanness. "You stay in here tonight kid. I'll decidewhat to do about you in the morning."Then he left, locking me inside the room. I looked around the sparselyfurnished room, one ugly painting, one scarred desk and a beat up chair,but.