Jack lined his dick up with her sopping hole and thrust in... gasping at her tightness, yet it was so easy for him to slide in all the way because she...was so wet. Kristen squealed with pleasure, lifting her body up to meet his thrust, reveling in the way his huge dick felt, filling her up, banging against her cervix. Normally she would consider him to be much to big for her to take, but now she couldn't get enough of his dick...Moaning and writhing beneath him, Kristen encouraged him onwards as. Mr. Jones was apologizing. "Gee, I'm sorry, Herb, Ralph never did anything like that before. He's usually really nice to folks. I don't know what got into him."They stopped at Jennifer's desk as Les Nessman, the station's one-man news department, came up from behind. "I'm going out to a hog farm, Jennifer," he said. "Oh, nice doggie!" He took a step toward Ralph. In a flash of brown fur the animal leaped up, clamping his bowtie between the dog's powerful jaws. Mr. Jones tried to pull him off,. However, the question of who was trying to kill her was the more important item on the agenda.The arrival of the local police club in their helicopter gunship had broken up the raid last night, but it had not provided much useful information. There had been a sharp firefight which Jim had not been able to moderate, and all of the attackers had either been killed or had escaped. With no one alive to question, there was little Jim and Jane could do but wait for the next attack.After the attack. Jill leapt at the chance to fulfill her long time fantasy of fucking Mr. Smith. She had dreamed about him since her first meeting with him at Holy Cross and knew Cassie was her way in. The way he got a hard on whenever she was around, Jill knew he wanted her bad and she could deliver the stupid bitch to him like a dog in heat. She had been secretly arousing Cassie for weeks, doing strip teases in their room, grinding on her when they danced, making sure she caught her pleasuring herself at.