"I might just let you fuck me now, Terry ..." she said. "So your motherturns you on, eh? You nasty boy!"Wendy rolled over on her stomach and propped h...r chin up on the arm ofthe sofa."Shut the fuck up!" Terry said, grabbing her in his arms and carryingher away. "Let's get this show on the road! My cock's gonna shoot off ina minute whether it's in your cunt or not!"Wendy kicked and giggled playfully as Terry carried her away. When hedropped her on his mother's silky bed, she spread her legs. Well, actually, that was the point. My dear friend Trish who owned the massage school, was a striking 5'5" 110 pound dirty blond that had a body made for sex. I had known Trish most of my adult life. And here, nearly twenty years later, Trish still had that well toned muscular physique she sported when she was a college gymnast . She had the classical hour glass figure, striking green eyes and the most delicious lips known to mankind. I swear she could suck the paint off of a new car. To say. Releasing her wrists, he reached back and grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling her legs up so that her feet neared her ears, opening up her cunt to allow him to go even deeper.And deeper he went, and harder. Nica grabbed hold of her tits, savagely mauling her nipples in her quest for orgasm. Carlos drove her onward with the single minded determination of a jockey, pounding and pounding as she closed in on the finish line, his face a masque of obsession, lust and power.And then she was there!. The other pictures didn’t show whatwent on in the stable, these others were taken in some Western Bar, with mynaked wife and a huge crowd of Cowboys using her in ways I could never evenimagine.] “Babette’s trip out west” Continued in Part 2 –.