Stop trying to compete with the whole football team. The backfield is quite enough.”The sex was good. I was happy, and she said she was happy. So ev...rything was great. Oh, I sometimes felt a bit challenged in the ego department. A man should rule his home or, at least, have a say. But you need to face facts. My wife was beautiful, and she earned the money. What she didn’t earn her parents gave us, our house, her Mercedes, my overpowered Ford.We live in a modest three-bedroom in a. Magdalene genuflected and left the room.Sister Theresa was in the kitchens, helping to prepare the light meal that would break their fast. Magdalene nodded towards her. The nod was returned.“From Mother Superior. Cardinal Lorenzo Francisco may grace us with his presence tonight. You and I, along with Novitiates Charbel and Ava are to be at his service.”Sister Theresa nodded. Magdalene returned the nod and left the sisters to their duties.Sister Magdalene took her place. All the nuns and. But it finally did and I left out my back porch and headed over to Kassey’s back porch.I got to her back porch and saw Kassey through her sliding glass door in the kitchen emptying a bag of Lays potato chips into a large plastic boy. I promised myself that I wouldn’t do anything stupid to get into deep trouble. I tapped on the sliding glass door.From her kitchen, Kassey motioned for me to come inside.I opened the sliding glass door and stepped inside.“Lock the door,” she said while she. He had a virgin ass and I wanted to fuck it. It was very tight and I have a big cock. So I decided not to reduce my pleasures and continue with foreplay session.I ordered him to lick my spit on my shoes. That bastard did that too. I was enjoying every bit of my manliness. I know I am a monster. But on bed, I am happy to be a monster. He was obeying me with all his heart and willingness.I slapped him tight again and he was crying like a baby.I wanted to fuck his mouth now. I fucked it well. I.