Sure you have your Aristotle's with their philosophy and your Galileo's with dem science doo hickeys. But the only thing we Smith's know how to do is ...ave sex and babies LOTS of babies with LOTS of different women. Bedside's with my father going around humping every misses he can get his shaft between, I have too many fine looking horny women in England that very well be my half-sisters. Oh I boink them just the same, yet, theirs just something that just don't feel right. So I grabbed me a. " Awwww, I'm sorry, I am sure if I were older, and if you wanted to, I would let you cum in me as many times as you want." She said, with a smirk on her face."Yeah, the key word is 'older', I don't want to go to jail for being a pedo!" You have to remember, back in the old days, That was the norm!" She told me."I don't think your parents would approve of you being with someone who is old enough to be your father." I told her.I concluded that conversation with that statement, and the rest of the. "No! Don't stop now!"Grinning, he pushed his hand under her ass cheeks, pulling them off the bed; and with her hips raised up in this position, he dragged a pillow under her buttocks. This kept her pussy spread wide, exposed, and in the air. Leaning off the bed again, he picked through the discarded cop uniform on the floor until he found what he was looking for, the standard-issue nightstick baton. He placed the black instrument against the length of her slit, stroking it between her swollen. They were both fully engrossed as Emma locked them in the cell and walked back up to the house. She sat in their kitchen drinking a cup of tea and playing with the key in her hands. She was feeling jealous of Kate and Brad’s ‘kinky’ lifestyle. A good half an hour later Kate and Brad were lying on the bed together. “I can’t believe that we’ve let someone else lock us both in here” Kate said. “She’s probably robbing us as we speak” Brad joked, now quite accustomed to being under Emma’s lock.