“I don’t want to catch you leaning against the wall, just wait there quietly for me. I‘m going to cook the lunch.” She rubbed the wooden spoon...against his panty clad groin before giving him a hard slap on each of his buttocks with it. “Cunt!” She spat at him, as she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. NUMBER 18... Nineteen year old Peter kneeled on his bed pretending he was shagging the bird in the mucky mag’. She kneeled before him, head up looking into his eyes. Her Botox filled. " and then it hit her. "Oh my God. You want me to — what do they call it? — pull a truck?" Pulling a train." Truck, train, whatever. No! Absolutely not! No way!" Come on Mrs. Collins, think about it. You still want to fuck even when we are done. You wear us out and you still want more. This would be your best chance to get all you want, to see how much you can handle. Four hours, eight till midnight and you get all the sex you cam handle and you get the tape. Four hours Mrs. Collins, four hours. I want it perfectly clear to all that I do not own any of my holes. Period. That’s just not going to happen. I also know that my holes will be shared with all, and in fact, I’m counting on it. But, yes, my mouth is Angie’s. We’ve already stipulated that much. Angie has full rights to use my mouth as she pleases, in any way that she wishes to do,” Charmaine winked at Angie, using her tongue to insinuate everything from cunnilingus to fellatio to analingus, of course, “Sit on my face, rent it. Sometimes they even seem a bit cruel to each other, and this seems to excite me for some unknown reason. My favorite is when he bends his wife over his knee and spanks her bottom turning it a beautiful pink, and I can see from her expression how the wince of pain turns into a look of pure lust. Lucky man; lucky girl!Although I’m ashamed to admit it, but watching their private, intimate, sexual moments together, so close and so beautiful, is such a turn-on that it’s extremely hard to ignore.