Carlos grinned. "Lie down," he commanded.Jennifer lay belly-down on the bed."Not on your stomach," Carlos instructed her.She looked surprised. Carlos ...ad made it clear to her, many times, that he preferred anal sex to regular intercourse and that he enjoyed taking a girl from behind."Oh, don't worry. I still plan to fuck you in the ass, but I want to watch your face while I do it," he explained. She shrugged, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.Carlos grinned, kneeling between her. Christmas had been a family holiday-but always before in Richmond. Adoré felt her mother was feeling lonely, so they flew out to visit her. It wasn't too hard to do, as they still had occasional use of the family jet, her mother having insisted that the kids had priority over executives from various family-owned businesses.One really gloomy, rainy winter day in February, nobody bothered to tell them the bad news.The bad news was that Darnell Hollins had been released from prison.They. After Terri recovered a bit, she turned onto her back. Paul straddled her abdomen, reached into the nightstand, and removed a tube of K-Y. As he was liberally coating his straining member with the clear gel, Terri pushed her breasts together and purred, "Why don't you slip it between my tits now?" I thought to myself: “Hmmm, today is definitely not the first time they've ever done this.” He slipped his stiff, throbbing boner into her cleavage and began thrusting. My view of him titty-fucking. But the best source of revenue by far is coming from the Hamptons. Ronald and Juliet Hampton are arguably the wealthiest people here, and that is saying something. They have their own private jet and are one of the very few ‘yacht people.’ Their fingers are in everything: travel, oil, transportation, housing, commercial development, you name it. They even own several dozen Starbucks stores. Ron is getting close to 50. For a man with such a renowned stature he’s overtly friendly and seemingly.