He had torn through her squad like a Zealot, and how many more before it? Where else could he have obtained the rifle and the plasma grenade? He was i...jured and alone, he should be hiding in some dark corner somewhere, waiting out the invasion. Yet he kept coming, never faltering. This was the tenacity that the Sangheili so respected.The Imp aimed his weapon and fired, the shields on Alba’s power armor absorbing the bolts harmlessly, flickering waves of energy passing over her body. She knew. " he got an excited slightly sinister smile on his face then he pick up the pace a lot. He put he grabbed a hand full of my hair that was resting on my back and began pounding me with all of his might. He kept shouting "Who does this ass belong to?!?!" then smacking my ass, and i would always reply " It's your ass daddy, I'm all yours." He kept pounding me while i jerked my cock, then he said "Daddy's legs are getting tired, get up and ride my cock" and smack me on my ass which made me give out. .. Thus my story begins. :)My dutiful hubby was crossing things off his honey-do list around the house in between plays on TV so he was otherwise occupied that Saturday. 'Faux Kami' (who I will just call Kami for the rest of this story) and I donned our swimsuits, fixed a small pitcher of Long Island ice tea, and headed outside. Conversation was a little awkward, I think because we were both a little nervous about what was to come, but thankfully it wasn't long before my husband walked by. Arse and Knickers is a real turn-on and still does the trick for us. This is how it goes’ It starts with a blank screen and then the words The White Ones, suggesting a series in different coloured knickers, though none ever appeared. Still, white silk was good. Next we see a woman of about fifty, attractive enough but not stunning. Is this his wife? A next-door neighbour? His boss’s wife even? No way of knowing. Who is operating the camera? No way to know that, either. There is sound but very.