She wore a thick black collar around her neck which showed she was “owned” by someone and you needed his permission to do anything with her. She ...as dressed like most of the biker chicks in the bar who stood out by their dress. She had on a pair of cutoff shorts that exposed half of her ass, and was wearing thigh high fishnet stockings and a pair of black biker boots. As I looked further she had on a low cut black top with a push up bra that lifted up her small tits showing half of her. OOOOOOOO was all she could mutter from her filled mouth, but I knew that she was enjoying this new sensation, and feeling our two fingers in her ass, rubbing, against the thin wall between her vagina and bowels, my two fingers sloshing deep in her cunt. NOW, all her holes were filled, and oh my how she was wriggling in a hot sexual frenzy. HOOMPHHHHHH she murmured with her mouth filled with cock, feeling our two fingers sodomising her arsehole, she pulled her lips off the fake phallus, and. Now that he had his grandfather on the phone, he didn't know what to say. The great impassioned discussion that he had played through his head suddenly seemed trite."I'm doing well. My arthritis has been acting up," the Reverend Leroy Jones answered trying to keep a light tone to the conversation."I'm sorry to hear about your arthritis," William said. There was enough sadness in his answer to let the Reverend know that William had other things on his mind than arthritis.There was a long pause. “Damn, Steve, where am I going to find somebody who can fuck me that good and who’s as nice as you, not to mention can cook, help me with my studying, and generally take good care of me?”“Well, I’ll still be your friend, Peaches. So, except for the sex, I’ll still be available.”“Naw, you’ll have to spend lots of time with Kara, so you won’t have a lot of time for me. And I won’t be able to hang out here, neither.”“Actually, you know Kathy and Kurt hang out here, so there’s no reason you can’t..