Take my pussy..."She gave me a bunch of VERY wet, sexy kisses, speaking between them..."Oooooooohhhhhh.........I should hold you down......and strap-o... fuck you......make you my bad little slut..."I grabbed her ass real fucking hard...I BURIED my tongue in her mouth and screamed!"FUCK YES!! Fuck my pussy real hard! Make me your fucking nympho who can't get enough of you!"At that, Betty smiled and slid down a little...I spread my legs for her, my entire body trembling, waiting to be claimed and. That way, he would have plenty of time to establish an alibi. The first thing that occurred to him was white phosphorus submerged in gasoline. White phosphorus would flame up as soon as it came into contact with the air, so it would be completely safe as long as it was submerged in gasoline. However, if the gasoline were allowed to evaporate, the white phosphorus would eventually ignite, and that would set off the residual gasoline.There were two variables: the depth of the gasoline over the. .my mother would awaken with her pussy positively dripping, drooling out, the very seed of life. I was relentless and remorseless, cycle time or not, exhaustion or not. I was a breeding machine and constantly pumped my potent seed into the unprotected and incredibly fertile womb of my (now) gorgeous mother. Every night was like we were making porno films. I would finish up with my cockhead just barely within the lips of her pussy. When we finished my now used up cock would be ejected with a. Black tank with a smattering of silver sequins; a black choker necklace with a silver charm of a moon; a short black skirt and thick black high heels with a silver buckle. In keeping with the theme I put on a silver thong and a matching silver bra. I was looking in the mirror, admiring how the outfit enhanced my curves and trying to visualize make up when my phone vibrated. It's a message from you, asking about my night. We talk everyday, sometime about nothing at all, sometime about filthy.