“I need to go. Take me potty,” Hermione begged the motherly wench in the long bell-shaped purple dress. But, it wasn’t to be as nature won out a...d a loud blast of air on a cushion of farts as the coed’s anus spasms propelled cannon-balls out of her likely brown-hair wreathed asshole then landed with a splat farther down the wharf and some even made it into the water by her recently occupied boat.“Thar She Blows,” the weather-beaten Pirate announced“Oh, for ‘pete’ sakes, Hermione was practically. As her head moved back and forth, I heard a couple talking I looked and saw a young couple kissing, his hand was on her tits I was close to comming, the girl run her hand onto his dick I exploded in Dorrens mouth wave after wave of cum poured from my cock, I looked down and dorren had undone her top and had her tits out with her legs wide open I dived in like a hungry a****l feasting on the last supper, Dorren moaned and cried out as she cum all of a sudden the couple where looking at us me. Fletcher’s children loved him, and they were still young enough to believe he wasn’t capable of some of the really bad things other people did. The decision he and his brother had reached regarding Sorrel was absolutely savage. He was fearful of his children ever finding out what Sorrel’s fate was going to be. Fletcher had no pity for Sorrel. She’d earned whatever she got. The concept of punishment didn’t trouble him, but the punishment, or he should say the solution, was something he’d never. Good friends. My bartender knew me by name. Hey, if all I gotta fuck with is a whore wife, I'll just get away from her, and everything will be fine. Hey I got prospects, I told myself. I slept the sleep of the just. At lunch the next day. I used a phone number the boss gave me and set the wheels of the divorce in motion. I went in and signed the necessary forms after work, and arranged to have her served at her work. She's a secretary for Marston Trucking; the same place, ironical as hell,.