Or more accurately a very attractive pink marble. He wasn’t too sure that ‘lady’ was actually correct, because at the point when she had become ...mmortalised in marble she had been, or was being, rodgered by her coachman. She wasn’t the first person, nor indeed the last, to have suffered this indignity. Either being rodgered by the coachman, a noted randy cocksman, or turned to marble in flagrante as it were. In truth he was shocked, having spent years under the impression that his dear wife the. There were few females in the mob because females without male family protectors were considered easy prey for the deviant pleasures of the unruly masses. The crocodile Queen could see an elderly matron and her probable young granddaughter of some 20 seasons being systematically used by a group of students on the steps of the grand library. Neither of the females was protesting as they were well versed in the rigors of everyday life in 2,000 B.C. Alexandria. The males were fairly well-behaved. Again, not sure why I did it, but since I was now holding my own dick and she was VERY close, I said, "don't pout" and booped her on that pouting smile with my dick. "Dude, did you just slap your dick on my girlfriend's face?!" "I'm sorry man, I wasn't thinking I ... I don... fuck, I'm sorry". I was fumbling for words and this was so not like me at all - pure liquid courage. Then he bust out laughing, I laugh and she's laughing. "OK, I'll do it for a few more minutes, but if I'm going to cum, I. I felt the pressure release and then he got off of me. I felt his hands hold my legs up.“That’s it, let’s let that cum seep deep into your little belly.” He said and held my legs up, my pussy pointing to the ceiling as his baby-making seed sat in my womb.He held me in that position for another minute or so and then he let go of my legs and propped them up wide open, my heels on the bed. I didn’t feel his presence but then I heard a jingling and I figured he was taking off his clothes. I.