..before drowning inyour holy fire, give us one moreday~The subject was obviously Death, Marie thought. She wished the inscription had not been so bad...y faded, and she wondered if the words had been penned by Blackthorne. That was the most likely assumption, she guessed. But, if so, why did he think he would be going to hell? As far as she knew Blackthorne hadn’t been an evil man.Since the lighting was so bad, Marie decided to use flash bulbs. She took several shots from different angles using. “Rock and twist that cock or I’ll fuck you in the ass!” “NO!” Granny fake-cried and continued to fuck my BBC. Tits swinging, me slapping her ass now and then. Grandpa, the new cuckold, was recording.I knew that I couldn’t keep this up much longer, so I flipped granny over for the cum-shot. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Where you want it?” Granny shook her head. “No!” “In the pussy it is then! I’m gonna creampie that big sloppy pussy!” I got on my knees, put granny on her side, straddled her. They continued like this for a few minutes until Chris leaned down and met her lips with a gentle but passionate kiss, she told him how much we enjoyed him spending time with us. As they continued to talk she sat up and moved towards him on the sofa gently placing her right hand on his and lifting it up to her breast, Macks wanted you to bonk me ever since I told him you missed out all those years ago. His response was one of surprise but delight. He asked her, and what about you? Polly. 1: Opening Shots Heather Saffron had a firm rack, legs that could do no wrong (or perhaps all wrongs), and an ass that any man would kill to touch, grab, or smack. She had golden blonde hair tinged with black, giving her a look truly deserving of the description ‘dirty blonde’. She had blue eyes, cherry red lips, and a skin tone that wasn’t too dark, wasn’t too light. She was God’s gift to men but somehow that gift lost its tag. Heather Saffron ended up a lesbian much to the horror of any man.