I wanted to masturbate so badly, but could not. Torture at the very least! Early the next morning, she arrived home, looking like the cat that ate the...canary.She was used; wet, spent, and very calm as she walked in and kissed me. The taste of her lover was still fresh on her lips. Our morning was a blur; I made love to her with more lust and intensity than ever before. We agreed that this was something to be explored further. I had never felt so in synch with my wife before. It was like being. Even if he had nothing to do but read his book, he was elated to actually be outside on the very day after his eighteenth birthday! Well, okay, he wasn't exactly allowed outside. But it was a bright sunny summer's day and the maid had told him that what Mr. Liddell and Mrs. Liddell didn't know wouldn't hurt him!With his cornflower tresses, grown long at his parents' wishes, and blue eyes, the fair young man was what many deemed pretty. A pair of suspenders kept his dark gray shorts held on over. That was about the best blow job I ever had and I grabbed her tits and squeezed them and then spun her around and pushed her halfway up on the hood of her car and spread her legs. I grabbed my nightstick and twirled it in her juices and then put the end just inside her pussy lips and she moaned loud. I pushed it in a couple of inches and her tight pussy fought to adjust to it's size as she begged me for more.I got almost 5 inches of it in her and began to pump it in and out as she arched her. "Don't move miss; or we'll have to shoot you in the knee."The cop grinned from under his dripping Stetson brim; shotgun pointing straight at her."And trust me honey, that won't stop Pa from having his way with you."Michelle standing there the rain beginning to shower her body suddenly realised it had all been for nothing. She looked to the sky and gave a defeated howl.From a hundred feet away the hidden Sandy heard the animal screeched of sheer frustration, futility and resignation.The blonde.