Mitch sighed and whispered '...see that's all I'm gonna put in your ass...' My body trembled and shivered as Mitch begin to grind his midsection agai...st my buttocks and I felt his shaft begin to work it's way deeper and deeper into my bowels. I whispered in panic '...you said that was all you were gonna do...' Mitch answered '...shit tight pussy like this needs a good fucking...' Mitch begin to grind and hunch his enormous male member deeper and deeper into my butt till he was balls deep and I. “If you’re a good fuck, I might ask for you again. I always like to know what I’m getting, I’m not a very adventurous type.” All business, just like she thought and doubted his last statement was true. She also had a suspicion this would be straight sex, probably a blowjob to start off with, but no kinky shit that she was always afraid of. Especially at this time of the day, she didn’t feel like performing any exceptional athleticism. “I’m Zoe,” she hurried, taking a step after the man who. Oh god. Unbelievable. So unimaginably good. Back and forth, back and forth. Now, no gagging. Mom holding me, by the balls, pulling, pulling, forward, in, shit, so tight, like I was in a cunt, slipping and sliding, Mom's head twisting, oh god, her hands pushing me away, pulling out, gasping, Mom gasping for air, sounding wet, her hand pulling my balls again, forward, fast, quickly popping into that cunt-like tunnel again.I leaned forward, bracing my knees on the edge of the bed and placed my. It wasn’t as if Gerry couldn’t afford the big fee for a ride to the Spokane airfield. Damn but Gerry had been a stuffed shirt that morning. So different from the man Duncan met again later that year in Boise. The man he met in Boise he liked and admired. Duncan still mourned his passing. He knew Helen and her kids remembered him as he was in the kid’s formative years and in those few weeks before he passed away. Funny how a good man can change, but maybe it was as Helen believed, probably was.