Every thrust of my cock in the vicelike grip of her rectum sent a gut-wrenching wave of ecstasy through my body. Tracy seemed torn between torture and...enjoyment, gasping while her ribs flared and her pussy was so wet it leaked down her legs and on the couch while her fingernails dug in. We climaxed at the same time, me with an a****l grunt and she with a throaty, "Yesss." Then her frail arms and legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed, curling up on the couch in her own vaginal secretions,. She also looked me and said sorry for entering my room without permission. My ‘thing’ was then also erect and can see it’s Bulging through the jeans. I said her not to tell the things to anyone and acted As if I am so worrying and ran to my room. Then I was really nervous because I Feared the she will tell all those to someone. I sat on my bed in my room. Really I am perplexed without knowing what to do .My heart beat rose because if she tells this to anyone my entire good image will lose. Then. He waved to the driver, Mose Clagett, and smiled as he went by. A bit farther on two men were knee deep in a weedy roadside ditch swinging large sickles. A mattock and two long- handled shovels lay nearby. Beall stopped, exchanged nods with the two young men who had sweated through their shirts despite the cool, clear weather. There was no need for words since both sides knew their jobs and were doing them.Stud Farrell stopped him with a "Ho, sheriff" as soon as he opened the tavern door. "Got. She closed a cabinet directly in his line of vision and turned in profile to the window, raising her hands above her head and stretching. The pose served to accentuate her already stupendous figure, thrusting out her ample breasts and perfectly shaped bottom to good effect. Vilmar's manhood throbbed, and he swiftly glanced around one final time.With no one in sight, he fitted an arrow and took aim, hoping that his research was correct. If what he had read was true, the window would prove no.