I am fucking. He is fucking the bejesus out of me and I love it. I’m having sex with the perfect fucking stranger.Oh sweet Jesus I loved the late sh...ft.His cock late shift took me by complete surprise....my arse was getting it. He had at his sweeping hand controlled insistence, got me doggy over the press, my so cute arse cheeks and pink pucker slot pointing backwards awaiting his best dirty efforts.His superlative efforts with my butt were as filthy as I hoped. His tongue tip is in my gaped. The light was too dim to make it all out, but the listings weren’t identical. They seemed to be for different property. Just then, the other legal-looking document was disturbed and fell open. This too was in Spanish, but this was more identifiable. It was a marriage certificate. The names on it were Rodrigo Peres Varela and Millicent Stanley de Peres. It was dated some six years earlier. So, they were married. But Millie had never thought to notify either their father or Penny. Why would. He used to race cars on dirt tracks and did Motocross. It was something we could do together. When I got overwhelmed or was about to have a meltdown, he always seemed to know. He was the first to see my tits starting to grow and pointed out the first few hairs between my legs. You are the only person that knows he and I used to go skinny dipping out at the pond on his farm. He didn’t molest me or anything, and I didn’t play with his dick either. It was just a way to help me cool down in more. Her skin was fresh and dewy and her ass was extraordinarily alluring. It took all the patience I had to resist knocking on that door, but I knew it would work out better after the session. Eventually she came out of the bathroom in her robe, smiled at me, and laid down on my day bed while I sat about a yard away in a leather chair. First I did about twenty minutes of deep relaxation, until her diaphragm was working fully subconsciously and she was at the deepest level of responsiveness before.