I thought honesty would be the best policy and took out the chocolate bar.'I call the police" he said, I pleaded with him not too.He looked me up and ...own, "I punish you yes?" he asked me I nervously agreed, to what I did not know.The shopkeeper, locked up the shop and lead me through to the storeroom, 'what else have you stolen" he asked me, and told me to hand him my jacket, which he looked through the pockets'now your jeans" he said, pointing at them. Shyly I took them down and removing my. Leaning forward, she moved a finger into the crack of Sally’s ass. Sally, squealing with pleasure as her brother tongue-fucked her pussy, cupped the cheeks of her ass and pulled them wide-apart.Marla stroked a fingertip about her sensitive ass-bud, and Sally shook from head to toe with pleasure.With her son’s face buried into Sally’s back thrusting crotch, Marla worked her finger into her daughter’s asshole slowly. Sally gasped with pleasure, feeling her brother’s tongue lapping her cunt and. NEVER did I believe she would have sex with me.She lived in a small loft type of apartment, the kind where I could see the entire place from the entry. Besides the usual furniture t.v. and stuff I could see open armors and shelves of clothes not to mention a few racks for all her dresses on hangers. It appeared she had around a hundred pair of high heels at least two dozen of witch were of the fetish type, and more lingerie, hose and stockings than a Victorias secret.As we shared a bottle of. She pulled the three fingers back but not out and added the fourth. At first, the four fingers were bunched together as she plunged them in but she soon had them on top of each other in a line, sawing in and out, twisting her arm to press in sideways, too. My breathing was already ragged. I could feel Mr. Baldwin’s cock twitch inside my ass and I wondered if she had impacted it, already.I leaned my head back for a moment, gasping and panting, feeling her fingers open inside, wiggling, sliding.