D."Riley took her hands from her own, and my daughter's cunts and put one hand on my shaft. Without instruction, Bethany replaced her hands where Rile...'s had just been. A low moan escaped Riley's mouth as my daughter parted her pussy lips and started to massage her clit. Slowly stroking my cock and moaning, Riley opened her mouth and fed my stiff rod in. She looked up at me, with my cock in her mouth, her hazel eyes full of lust and passion, as I tenderly brushed some of her jet black hair out. ’ I nodded and left the room without waiting for Chris. I hope the bitch who stole my pants loses his thieving hand in a nasty way. I was into my second week at The Good Shepherd, one of the four main homeless shelters in Ottawa, with three of them situated within a 1 km radius of each other in the downtown area, off Rideau Street. Ottawa is my home city, I was born and raised here, me and my younger brother. At the age of eleven, my parents divorced. My dad headed to Calgary to try and make. The plaid shirt was all kinds of yes on him as well."Um no, that's not weird. I guess it's kind of sweet that you care enough," she said as she set thepants she was looking at on the rack and reached up to futilely smooth her dark curly hair. "Did youwant to get in her pants or maybe a top?"His eyebrows shot up and he gave her a mock look of horror as her hand scrambled to cover hermouth. It was too late though, Freud be damned. Her blush deepened even more when he answered," I admit, it’s a. The look in her eyes told a story. It said that the mighty black cock in front of her had her scared. My nine inches of jet-black man-meat was pointing straight at her mouth. I wanted to emphasize my dominance over my prey, so I started twisting my hips from side to side, slapping her in the face with my thick heavy cock. The thudding sound my cock made every time it landed a blow on either side of her face excited me even more. The sound of my flesh hitting her flesh seemed to be to fill the.