Honey then asked if he wanted to fuck and of course he said yes, she stood up and straddled his legs placing his cock against her pussy, she was so sh...rt she had to stand on tippy toes to be able to sit on it. From where I sat looking thru the hole I could see right up between his legs which allowed me to watch as she slowly lowered her pussy down on it, he was very patient and let her do all the work so it went slow. As Honey stood flat footed again the head of his cock pushed into her and she. But I don't murder for blood. I'm very careful who I bite and how much I take. I have killed certainly. But I don't revel in it nor do I think of myself as a murderer. I have served the forces of my native Ireland and the forces of my adopted country the United States. I'm not a monster.But I am. Oh yes, I keep it deeply buried inside of myself. I rarely acknowledge its existence. And when it threatens to get out, as it does sometimes, when I see innocents, particularly children, hurt or. Grabbing it she squeezes a couple times, “Oh wow. It's been so long. I've forgotten how hard you are, how big. Be gentle with me. I don't know if it will fit anymore.” That gets me very excited and I almost cum in her hand.I push her onto her back and slide down a little pulling away from her grasping hand to kiss and lick her ridged nipples. They stand straight up like little dicks rising from her breasts. She shakes and moans with each touch. Her legs swing open and shut. Both her hands dive. I told her to speak in good words. She said that kind of language common there. So I asked her “you are telling that your husband will fuck the owners of the goats but how many can he fuck”. She said that he can fuck any number. I asked “Is his penis so big”. She said “yes it is big”.“How big is it,” I asked again. She said “Show me your penis I will show whether it is bigger than yours or not.” With this kind of conversation my rod got excited and it has grown to a full size. I removed my zip.