Her expensive silk panties from Bloomingdales affectionately known as ‘Bloomies’ didn’t save her butt that day. It still throbbed as she sat dow... a little too hard in her rocking chair. She continued to sniffle as Tori pulled up her panties over her sore bottom and her even tighter fitting blue jeans over her red sore swollen ass. They were not so comfortable against her hot, scorched butt skin, now!Nearly a year had gone by. seemed long ago and in the past. Tori was skating professionally on a. It almost did close but didn’t latch. I didn’t care. I was already on my knees, staring at that big, thick cock thrusting from the dark curls of his bush, his heavy balls swaying beneath them. He had such stamina. His father was insatiable at this age. Once we were married, he would fuck me over and over, sometimes all night long.But we never did all the naughty things I’d done with my sons. Anal sex. Blowjobs. Double penetration.“Mmm, yes, let mommy take care of you,” I groaned, running my. "Well, Steve," you say while standing up (the signal to the holier-than-thou bastard that you have no more time for him), "I'm sorry you can't see things the way this administration does. I'll definitely keep your critiques in mind when we send the bill to you guys for consideration." As the senator left the Oval Office, you let out a long sigh. It really was going to be one of THOSE days. In the seven months you've been president, you have had way more than your share of THOSE days.The. He avoided her pussy, always skittering away and leaving Jess panting with disappointment. ‘Nick?’ she moaned, arching her hips toward him when she felt him retreating again. ‘Uh huh,’ he mumbled, intent on appreciating the satiny texture of her skin. ‘Nick, please kiss me here,’ she begged, tilting her hips up toward his face. ‘Where, Jess? Show me.’ His voice was dark and seductive, sending a shiver of awareness through her body. Jess stroked herself, moaning as she felt her own moisture.