... girly. So taken care of. So perfect. His vigor was amazing. He was hurting me, well maybe just uncomfortable. The days of taking all of him t...rough the cervix are gone, now mister 15 inch is bottoming out inside me and trying to stuff the remainder into a limited space. That being stretched is just so satisfying. Older, skinny and balding, and I just don't care when I have a cock like him all to myself. Well, who am I fooling? Once we start deep kissing is the point where I don't. After all, there was my Temple, free for the asking, and it was time for Reina to move into her calling. Far be it from me to thwart the will of the Golden Axiom! I think Angela suspected what was going on, but she just chose to ignore it and hope it would go away. She didn’t want to deal with it, didn’t really know how to prevent it, so she just pretended it wasn’t happening. Reina and I took this tacit permission and ran with it. Again, I felt so honored to share the wisdom I had gained over. His wife didn't attend any of the bikie do's, however, she didn't miss out for the monthly get together with his old work mates, guaranteed his wife would be well catered for and he got quite a delight as she was fucked and generally in a double dip while struggling with a cock down her throat. He wanted a nympho that was the original fantasy told to Marion now nearly a year ago, on their first overnight ride and a nympho he now had; she was now just a fucking slut and a delight to himself and. Spinning in an effort to protect himself from the bird’s unwarranted attack, Running Deer lost his footing. Moment’s later he felt himself free-falling as he slipped going over the edge of a small cliff overhang. With a thump that knocked the wind from his lungs momentarily, he lay dazed trying desperately to catch his breath. When he finally did, he sat up grateful to discover he’d not broken any bones. It had only been a ten foot fall, but one in which he could have easily cracked his head.