“Hang in there, me first.” I said firmly, shoving forward into Lisa’s ass with more force. The brunette cried out loudly as I picked up the pace... slamming into her back door hard enough to make her body shake. Robbie tried to continue to thrust upwards into her pussy, but just couldn’t keep up with my intensity.Finally I reached the breaking point, thrusting forward and unleashing my balls deep inside Lisa’s asshole.“FUCKING SHIT! SHIT! I FEEL IT! I FEEL IT!” She screamed.“Fuck yeah! Take it!”. But Greg obviously knew what Cindy was up to and didn't seem to have any problems with it.By the time I looked back Cindy was naked and holding a now equally naked John to her breast. It was obvious what image she was looking for and, with just a little adjustment of her pose for propriety's sake, and a little fiddling with the lights, I had what I hoped she wanted ... All the time trying to ignore the fact that she'd worked off her pregnancy pounds and was looking fine."I know better than to. Still, he would leave some cotton mills behind. The old southern planters were worse snobs than the Boston Brahmins. They were too good to run factories; they owned plantations. Well, now they owned fewer plantations, and Ben Butler owned the factories. He had only 2 now, maybe 1 ½ since the weaving plant still had only half its machinery installed. There would be more later, though, and his credit was better in Boston than any of the southerners who would want to emulate him. Hell! His credit. She loves to sit between the open legs of a young "patient", the girl gagged, eyes wide with fear, pussy shaved clean, as the Dr, nurse, and Ms Smith probe her openings with medical instruments and assorted sex toys.One day she was sitting in her Dr friends office after an incredible session with a raven-haired fifteen-year-old beauty. The teen was a quivering mess after they had finished with her; she was barely able to walk. "What do you think" Dr Barbie says, "that your little darling would.