..think aboutyou...putting me on my hands and knees and..." "And...?" I asked with a pleased smirk, briefly ceasing thrusting withmy cock planted firm...y inside her dripping wet pussy. "...and grabbing me by the hair...and fucking me hard in the ass." Smiling down at her, I slowly released my grip on her ankles, sittingback and letting my dick slide free. "Bend over." Tara flashed me an exuberant, sexy smile and promptly rolled over ontoher stomach before arching her back and pushing her ass up. It's just too dangerous. You might have a better chance in South America. Where will you be?"Chester laughed, "The backside of nowhere. We'd have a choice between snakes and wild pigs for concubines. No thank you!" Yes, that would be a problem," Wentworth sympathized. "It's a real shame that the thousand pod Othello is being diverted to California. It'll take weeks for them to recruit a full load there."Chester was thinking hard enough for Wentworth to smell the smoke from the wooden gears. ...the doorbell rang.I nearly ejaculated but controlled myself with a supreme effort. Fuck!! Was Mom back so early?Impossible! The doorbell rang a second time.I cursed out loud,then I wore my shorts,my chest was bare.The sudden surprise had made my cock go back to its relaxed state.I pulled on a Man Utd soccer jersey and sprinted to the living room just adjacent to my room.The doorbell rang a third time as I checked myself in the slightly reflective surface of the TV.All seemed to be. Her husband had never treated her like this before and she would not allow it. She was going to call of the bet right then and there, but as she gasped for air for a second time before feeling her face pushed back down something inside of her recognized another feeling beneath the anger&hellip, arousal. With tears streaming down her face, Liz focused on the tingling sensation between her legs. The wetness was already dripping down her inner thigh as she kneeled down to suck her husbands hard.