"Al, hey Al, Henry's back!" she yelled in that sort of hoarse whisper-shout of someone wishing to yell without being heard too far away. A pot-bellied...slight balding man in his mid-forties shuffled groggily into view from the battered trailer's tiny bedroom. He was holding an open half-quart can of beer and an unlit cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It stayed there as he spoke, held in place by the wetness of the beer he'd obviously just finished. "Went like clockwork, huh, Henry?" he. I also talkedto your Uncle Jim. He said that he could take you in, but hewasn't really very happy about it. He also said that if you wentto stay with him that you would have to toughen up some. You knowhow he is, he's just like your father when it comes to football.He's just like your father in a lot of other ways as well, and Iwould prefer that you didn't go there, but then again, it's yourchoice. A second option would be to have you placed in fostercare. The biggest problem with that is that. You pull your hips back, but don’t let your cock spill from my hole. You thrust deep again. “GGGGOOOOODDDDD” I scream. You do this over and over and over until I cum on your cock. “There you go. That’s my good girl.” Lips on my jaw kissing. “Now the real fucking begins.”As my orgasm completes I feel the assault you land on me. Your cock pumping and bouncing away in my hole. We make the bed creak as you fuck me. If my tits weren’t bound they would be bouncing with your pumps and thrusts. . .Maine uske panty ke uper se hi uski bur ko sehla raha tha..Aur wo mere lund ko regad rahi thi.Maine uski red panty bhi utar di.. Aur panty k andar uski red choot jise dekhkar mai apne hosh khone laga….Aur wo mere kapde utarne lagi.. Aur jaise hi usne mere lund ko ajad kiya aur apne hath me liya mujhe to maja hi a gaya..Aur bina der kiye hue usne mere lund ko chusne lagi.. Pehle bar kisi ne mere lund ki chusai aaise ki thi..Uski bur (choot) puri terah se gili ho chuki thi.. Ek dum chikni bur.