." ... and Beth was like, 'No! Get it away!', and my cousin was like, 'It's just a frog! Look! Look!'" Hahahahaha!" And then he threw the frog at ME, ...nd I was like, NO, you do NOT do that! So here I am, chasing this four year old through the birthday party, over the sandbox, around the swing set TWICE, and he trips running around the table the cake is set up on, grabs the table cloth as he falls..." No!" And pulls the entire thing off! Cake all over the grass! Oh, Aunt Marge was MAD! And she. He heard the whip clatter on the floor and the loud rapping of her booted heels as she approached the other end of the bed and came into view. She was sweating lightly, her dark hair a slick mass shooting in an upward arcing pony tail and cascading down behind her. Bayonetta stroked her thick, pulsating cock, the member fully engorged with copious amounts of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. Her generous breasts heaved and sighed, barely contained by the thick leather bustier, the rest of her body. Teresa alone ruled by a look, a word, a gesture, this impetuous character, which yielded beneath the hand of a woman, and which beneath the hand of a man might have broken, but could never have been bended. Teresa was lively and gay, but coquettish to excess. The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the Count of San-Felice's steward, and the price of all the little carvings in wood he sold at Rome, were expended in ear-rings, necklaces, and gold hairpins. So that, thanks to her. She began to moisten, and I spread her fluids around her lower lips, until she was wet enough to press my finger into her channel.As my finger entered her, she moaned, and pressed back against my finger, driving it deeper into her. I began to thrust it in and out, and she moved against my thrusts, making them more intense. I pulled my finger out, and replaced it with two, drawing another moan from my wife.My next step was to roll Priya onto her back, and replace my fingers with my now-hard.