He was so sexy. I had enjoyed fucking Mick, but this was different. This wasn't just getting off. I was fucking Dave because Dave himself was making m... horny. My hands went to his hips and I drove my cock into his ass over and over. I reached up under him and under the black lacy vest he was wearing and felt his hard pecs. Found his nipples and started to run my fingertips over them as I fucked him. I was in heaven. My eyes were closed and I concentrated on the sensations of my cock in his ass. He looks as if he is some beautiful doll there. I never saw a man so gorgeous in all my life with his dusky skin and brown eyes. His hair is black as a crow’s wings. ‘No.’ I say. I stand up from where I have been sitting in a chair and I start to pace. I will get an annulment and search the town for help to get out of here and …. ‘Blue Eyes. I want to love you. I never wanted anyone as much as you. You are so beautiful.’ He traces my lips with his index finger and I flinch as if he is a dirty. O. White’s arse, but Constable Swanson scared P.O. White which made her think the big female constable was going to get her. So P.O. White took ran off with the baton still stuck out her arse. Running right behind P.O. White was constable Swanson who was gave chase; she hooped and hollered like a red Indian as she ran. When constable Swanson caught up to P.O. White, she began trying to crank the baton like was tried to start P.O. White’s motor up. To clean the baton off constable Swanson forced. “If you could give communion with this instead of those wafers, you’d have a packed church every Sunday. The women would fill the pews. They’d drop their panties in the donation box on the way in. During your sermon, they’d kneel at the ends of the pews with their skirts up, and spread their cheeks for you, and you could walk up the aisle and give each waiting cunt a few deep, hard strokes with this big gorgeous dick. At the end they’d all come down to the altar and kneel for communion. And.