I would not try to hide my hard cock in my dress slacks and I caught her looking, more than once. At fellowship, one day, I accidently (yeah right) b...mped against her sexy ass and she straightened up, as she leaned forward at the table I leaned also and pushed harder, she froze as she felt my HARD cock at the crack of her ass. I then stepped back, she turned, saw it was me and blushed. I simply said, "hello". At home that afternoon I fucked my wife raw thinking of her. I did not know it at. "Two Sir, Thank you Sir," I said as my body shook."That's a good bitch. See, you can be a good whore for me, can't you?" Yes Sir, the Cunt can be a good whore for you Sir." Look at you calling yourself a cunt. You really do get off on this degradation shit don't you? You love this! Tell me how much you love it whore." The Cunt loves it Sir." Yeah, I like that. Keep calling yourself a cunt while we do this. That's so fucking hot."A sharp slap struck my left butt cheek leaving it hot with pain.. Quite the contrary, in fact. As for you, my dear girl, it is your chance to leave your mark upon Dorne.“You are entitled to claim the Martell name now, as Princess of Dorne and thus with the proper authority to legitimize yourself. Also, it is time to cast off the shackles of the septons and septas, their foolish scriptures, and their false gods, the Seven. It is time to enter the warm embrace of the Lord of Light. Just think of what we can do, under his auspices. Just think of the power that I. A tentatively curious hand slid up Molly's inner thigh, across the silky stockings to her now damp crotch. Shannon felt herself grow wet as her fingers pushed Molly's panties aside and probed her lover's vagina.Molly was still warm, and wet not just with piss. Shannon smiled. Molly must have been imagining this moment. A bittersweet goodbye.Shannon stood and undid her bathrobe. The scars that Phil had left with his cigarettes were slight mottles on her shapely abdomen and thighs. She'd never.