Sheslammed her legs together and cupped her genitals. She turned her facesideways on the pillow.John was straddling her; his knees astride her waist.... He leaned downand looked her in the eyes which were wet with tears."I don't want to fuck you in the arse doggy style! I don't want to fuckyou any style!" he whispered."I want to make love to you. I want to make love to you while we faceeach other so that I can see your beautiful face, kiss your beautifullips, and tell you how much I adore. Needless to say, I watched Belle during dinner at the hotel’s hoity-toity restaurant. She was so comfortable with her surroundings that I had to ask her about it.“This is how I was raised, darling. My family has money. My father owns a large section of the docks and warehouses on Mobile’s oceanfront. He is also a cotton merchant. My mother’s family owns what Daddy doesn’t.”“Do you miss living like this, Belle? I mean even if I make some serious money, I still don’t think I’d be happy living. You hard ass, get that tongue out and make sure you clean outevery bit of shit from my asshole." The guy fucking her grimaced when herealized what Tits was going to have to do. We put three loads of cum into mombefore Honey was satisfied with the job that Tits had done. By mid-afternoon mom had turned a bright shade of red, and her tonguewas hanging out from lack of water. There was a pool of stale cum drying outalmost as fast as it oozed from her raw twat. One of the guys who had justfinished. So she decided to check it out.She went to the Western Wall and saw an old Jewish man walking slowly up to the holy site. She watched him pray for almost an hour.When he turned to leave, holding a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.“Pardon me, sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg”, he replied.“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For 75 years.”“75 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for.