His movement was deep; he was hitting me hard with his hips onto my ass.His hard cock hit my pussy with the same power. I was sure I was going to feel...this for a few days at least, but now it was nice to feel used and abused.I slid two fingers into my soaking pussy to make it a bit tighter for me; the cock was enough massive, but I loved to be even more stretched. This increased the friction on the rear of my soaked opening. I heard him moaning and my cunt dribbled even more. Then I came…He. Then we can see.’ Ian huffed and looked over his shoulder at his ex-wife. ‘You always had a sharp tongue, Lene.’ ‘Shut up and sit down. You’ve heard what you need to.’ Despite everything Ian managed a little smile. Maybe there was hope. A gift from his daughter to her worthless father. Theodore made his way back to the lectern and picked up the next letter. He wouldn’t make it to the last one at the rate this was going. ‘Is it ok with all of you if I sit down?’ He got a few nods and pulled a. Each time he slidinto her I heard her moan.As I watched I was rubbing my teenage cock. I was getting excited watching this.Finally I heard him say that he was going to cum. my mother moan and said, "shoot it deepin me."When they finished my mother lifted up and out came his cock. Her hole was stretched openand his cum was running out. It was then I thought now is the time to get out of here. Ileft by the way I came in and went to my favorite place in the attic of the garage, whereI took out my. It was turning into a very memorable day. Rusty awoke to the sound of a hen cackling. It was after midnight and the moon was up. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked down at White Fawn. It was dark in the barn, but the moon was shining in through the hay mow door in front of the barn. He ran his hand over her glorious body. She awoke and looked around. “That brown hen laid an egg,” he pointed with a grin. “How do you know it was the brown hen?” she.