”“I kinda thought that, too,” Mr. St. Georges said as he lightly shook his head in disgust.“Although, I didn’t like the hit that Uncle Val t...ok in the game between the Philly Flyers and CSKA Moscow in January, 1976,” Toxic added with a smile. She then slapped the table with her good hand as she said, “I was so happy to see Philadelphia and Bobby Clarke beat up on that Russian team. God, I hope the Red Army, the Soviets never win another game or medal, as long as I’m alive!”I had to stifle a. I felt his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting, but I didn't resist. I could tell he knew he made me cum as my body shook like crazy, and he pulled his hand out of my spasming pussy dripping with my slick juices. For some reason, he started laughing as he shoved his fingers in my mouth, and then wiped them off on my face and tits."How's that taste, slut? I'm sure you've tasted your own fuckin' cum a million times, haven't you? Fuckin' degenerate!" I loved being verbally degraded, don't. I remember hearing about them in history class but I wasn’t sure what they were.“Before the schism in the Christian faith that separated Catholics from Protestants,” Mom explained, “The church would sell what were called indulgences. You paid money so God would forgive the sins of your dead relatives stranded in purgatory.”“You paid money to have God forgive your sins?”“That is what they did five hundred years ago,” Mom confirmed. “Those examples are only two of the many times our Church failed. But her legs wrapped around me tighter and I could feel the muscles her pussy squeeze my shaft while she with both hands on my ass now was seemingly pulling me inside of her. Fucking her pussy hard, harder than I think I ever have. Those videos seem to be driving me to perform from seeing my wife whom I loved being such a slut. I just loved her being that way and her secret she kept from me and was determined to show Heather she would get a very hard fucking too from her husband. She was crying.