Simmons just killed himself. The IRS auctioned off their home today and they've been told to vacate the house within ten days. Mr. Simmons ate dinner,...kissed his wife and went upstairs and shot himself in the head."Bob sat down on the bench next to her and felt as though he had failed in life. He suddenly felt that his whole life had been nothing but a farce."Damn," he said, "What the hell good is it being a Senator if you can't right a wrong?"Just then he and Priscilla were called into the. The relentless fashion shows whilst her mother was at work, the accidental walking in on me showering (whilst I was behind the curtain), the walking into out bedroom practically naked whilst I returned from a night shift. It was relentless. Laura had created this weird, erotic, hostile environment that only we knew about. Everytime my missus was around, she was nice as pie. As soon as she left, the bitching started followed by flirting. It was a head fuck. A few months passed since her. Perhaps he stared, considering my labia which were then swelled, wet, pink. He also got the pussy scent which filled the room, and guessed it came from this cunt, so he got close to smell it. By this time my juices were already leaking my inner things, in my opening and start licking slowly. “Oh, you’re gonna kill me, oh, yes, eat my pussy, yes, like that!” I said. I closed my eyes and squeezed Marcos’ head pulling it towards me. I put my legs on his shoulders squeezing his head so he. I want it hard.” The smell of his cum was still strong under her nose. Beth was not acting now. She was begging to be taken and feel filled by his big cock.“It will be my pleasure,” Charlie said as he stood beside the bed behind her. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and then the other. “You like to be spanked, don’t you Beth,” he growled as he thrust his cock into her. Grabbing her hips, Charlie needed no warm up. He began pounding her at once, occasionally pulling out to slap her cheeks again.