..I can't....take...any....more...' Bradley grind deep into me and held me tight in his vise like grip as I felt his penis throb and explode deep in m... bowels. Three, five, seven squirts of semen struck my anal walls as he emptied his load of baby making fluid deep inside of me. Eight ten, was he ever going to stop coming I thought. I could feel the excess as it squished from around his penile shaft and my outer anal ring. Bradley took hold of my head and pulled my face to his and begin to. The red hair and the upturned nose were the first details and then he remembered her bending over in front of him and his smile looked back at him from the steamy mirror.Then, he remembered the fight.These days there always seemed to be a fight wherever he went. At first, he had the thought that it was just bad luck or that he needed to find a less violent places to relax. Now, he was beginning to realize the problem was really within him and that he was the cause of his own misery.The girl was. Next, I decided just to search for pictures of girls with strap-ons, and stumbled upon a bunch of profiles (on an unnamed social networking service). It made sense to start a profile and look around, since the initial search brought up a nice amount of content. That's how the fantasy of being fucked by a girl turned into a reality. As I scrolled down the various blogs, a picture started to get me excited from the start, an amazing set of tits with erect nipples followed by a toned stomach. Hell! They lost another couple of hundred grand or so from their rig!"They finished their coffee and Mavis watched Phil pick up the small suitcase he had set just inside the door. "I brought you some clothes. Why don't you get dressed and let's go home?"Mavis smiled happily, threw back the sheet and scrambled off the bed. For a minute, she surveyed her reddened, irritated fifties and hairless pubic mound. "I don't think I like being hairless," she complained wistfully."I like it," Phil grinned,.