"When she received the information she jotted it down, thanked Mrs. Mason and hung up. She also wrote herself a note to meet Mrs. Mason at the airport...in Salt Lake City the next day at noon, which was the earliest she could arrive. As always, when she took a reservation over the telephone, Eileen wondered about the caller. Doreen Mason had sounded young, perhaps thirty. Her voice had a sophisticated, educated quality and she had specifically requested one of the first-class cabins, making no. Sam was a true anal assassin, a perverted bi back door bandit whose cock badgered my arse with a hard buffeting, a bum drilling, boy was he ferreting deep, punching my donut hole without mercy, his knob jacking at my tender puckered ring. While James was subjugating my pussy into a soggy, soppy liquid carnal canal. I was soaked; it was raining fem-juices inside my cunt. I could feel my girly sap oozing and squelching and runnelling down my thighs and back into my arse hole for extra needed. Its head was now resting at the level of her tits, and she repeatedly slapped her mounds with it, leaving thick trails of pre-cum on her large areaolas. You're ssoooo big!, she cooed. I inserted my thick fingers up her dripping snatch, delighted to feel how large her inner passage was. I therefore proceeded to stick in two more fingers, inches deep and with little resistance. Great, she'll probably be able to take my massive girth! I was rewarded with an outpouring of pussyjuices that coated my. It looked like you were enjoying it for a little while."She looked at me for a moment, I think deciding whether to hug me or hit me. She crossed her arms on my chest, resting her chin on them. "I should probably smack you for that comment, and go home in a huff, but I don't have the strength. I think you killed me. I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week, at least not after you do me another five or six times like that."I think the past few days, and especially what we just did, have.