This just seems to make Mr. Ries spank harder and faster.Mr. Ries looks down at Mary’s bottom which is now turning a deep red. He can’t help but a...mire how each of her bottom cheeks bounces under his hand. He can feel and hear Mary breathing faster and deeper.Mary feels her face burning hot. She grabs Mr. Ries’s pants leg with one hand and the front leg of the chair with the other and squeezes tight. At first Mr. Ries’s hand stung her bottom, but now it’s beyond that. Her bottom burns hot and. Something like that could certainly work, but staking out just a hundred acres would require a 2010 foot by 2010 foot square, or roughly eight thousand linear feet of log wall. That's six thousand logs to be cut, processed, dragged, and driven. Not impossible, but certainly insane. Even at the crazy rate of eight logs a day, it would take nearly three years of work to fence that in.The real core of the problem were the apex predators. Out there were cave lions, smilodons, bears, wolves, you. He continued his onslaught as she reclined on the desk. He inserted a finger into her tight pussy and she groaned, his tongue still working her clit as he slid in another finger, beckoning her towards another screaming orgasm. He raised his head and massaged her clit with his thumb, she reached down, grabbed hold of his hand and forced him deeper. Breathless guttural moans urging him faster, harder, more, don’t stop, no, no, no, yes! She lay on the table, panting, then she sat up and shuffled. In my mind, though I was looking at Sam I was also fucking my mother. This thought drove me wilder than I already was. Throwing the door open, I lifted Sam out of the car still on my cock and fucked her in the cool night air against the side of the car. And she came, and came, and came. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she dropped to her knees, where she grabbed me by the pants and began to deep throat my cock. I heard her moaning around my cock. Wait, she wasn’t moaning.I looked over at.