Mark gave her several more thrust with his big cock and it push my wife over the edge. She screamed out as her fingernails scratched Mark’s back as ...he came. My wife hadn’t had an orgasm like that in years. Mark’s cock continued to work majic on my wife’s pussy. It had been almost 15 minutes and Mark had my wife begging him to fuck her harder. She cried out, “Oh’ god! Fuck me harder Mark!” as she started to cum again on his big cock. Mark fucked her for another five minutes and now was ready. Robin picked up her digital camera and removed the shirt she was wearing. After she made sure that it would be a picture of her from neck down, she clicked the button. She downloaded the picture onto her computer and added the other two pictures as well. One was her outside the courthouse, brief case in hand, wearing a silk button up blouse and black skirt with sensible heels. She made sure her face was blurred and resaved the picture. The next picture was taken at a friend’s birthday party. In. She felt wretched, and she could hardly breathe for worrying about Paris. Looking after Paris made up for missing Jean, she missed the baby so much. She just didn't know what she'd do if Paris died.In the end it was a close thing. Once Wal read out the details on the bottle on the phone, the vet told Wal to intubate Paris and then to simply wait until the swelling went down. Wal used a bit of the hose for that, and by the time he had gotten it into Paris, the little lamb was starting to look. A man dragged a blonde girl somewhat roughly towards the back of the club. I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was off about the way he was handling her. I began moving towards them, shocked at how oblivious everyone around was. By the time I reached where they were, in the bathroom, he had pressed her against the wall, not bothering to go into a toilet stall, and was fumbling with her dress. I didn't even look at her, but I heard her protesting against his "advances", which.