Unfortunately, he noticed too. His eyes widened for a second, but then an evil grin crossed his face. Well Ill be. Youre more of a whore than I though.... You like being called names, huh? What a dirty slut. She gulped. She felt the blood rush to engorge her clit. He slammed his finger into her again. She tensed in pain. He withdrew, and eased it in slower this time. He quickened the pace gradually, and she couldnt help but quicken her breathing as he fingered her. Suddenly he ceased his. I love your cock, i love it, i love it , feels so good, i want your cum , please cum in me i want to feel it cum ahhhh my god i love dick ''flip on the floor on my knees, help ass up and feeling him just rest on the edge of my wet hole''go on, dance that cunt on my cock , make me cum boy, dance on the cock, back on it , yeahhhhhh like this good pet , yes dance that sweat white ass back on me, i want to ear it tap on my belly , go deep boy make that ass tap on me''i tried my best moaning he was. ... His energy and enthusiasm to please , that big thick long white cock pumping in to my brown tanned pussy harder, harder and faster, stretching my mature pussy , fuck it felt so good , wave upon wave rolled through my body I came , a few more thrusts I came again, and again , then I gushed, squirting streams of liquid , on to him , the floor . He came just after pulling out startled by my squirting and his cum shooting on my breasts , belly , and the floor. I laughed I needed that I said and. Paul and Orlie Warren had sponsored, annually since Paul had been the manager, an evening picnic at their home near Bowie. The party was for players and coaches and their families, and attendance was by no means mandatory. However, despite the fact that off days at home were rare during the season, the Warrens' picnic was evidently always well-attended. After all, it catered to the married players' wives and children, and if a player's wife and kid wanted to attend, well, guess what? The player.