"Mom, I'm not gonna let you go until I fuck your ass. So, for the last time, you better open up." No! I won't let you do it! I won't let you defile me...or our relationship this way! Do what you want to me, but I'll never let you in!" she screamed with conviction. Not one to be put off, Paul got up and placed his hands on her lower back. Then he dropped into a squatting position until his pelvis was leveled with her plump cheeks. He moved forward and aimed the bell-shaped end of his prick to her. By noon, I have most of the trash bagged up and on the front porch. I am getting ready to vacuum and put the furniture back in place when the four musketeers ascend from the basement, still in their pajamas.“Hey, we were going to clean up,” Jenny yawns. “But go ahead and finish.”“You guys clean the kitchen and take the full trash bags out,” I grump. I’m still mad at them for the prank they tried to pull on Imelda. “And someone puked on the sofa and carpet that needs to be cleaned up.” By this. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever, light brown shiny hair and the most beautiful eyes! She is definitely a man-dream girl!!! Chapter III Five more days to go before our trip to the US! Nescafe was very excited to see Big. There had been wild car chases and equally wild motorcycle chases, stunts, leaps over bridges, fast-paced pursuits by foot into dangerous areas and the like. Some of the cops he had been paired with had ended up in Intensive Care at the hospital. Hudson took out old photographs from a box. He placed them on the nightstand, and others above the small fireplace in his living room which he absolutely loved having, feeling a lot more at the Professor’s level since he had a fireplace in his own.