Pat's home. I had my own sob to add. Got Carlita wrapped around me. We finished unloading the fridge. Carlita got cleaning materials and wiped the int...rior down."Do we shut it off now?" she asked me."No," I said. "Worst thing we can do is turn it off. Just let it run. Let's go get Brindy."We helped her pack up more clothes to get through the next few days and we left for home. My home. Carlita's home. And I'm hoping that Brindy finds it HER home.There's no other way that I can see. Brindy's. It wasn’t long before yet another orgasm coursed through her body.“God she’s a good fuck,” he grunted, “such a lovely wet cunt.”“You love my cock up you don’t you bitch? You’re a slut for Pakistani cock aren’t you?”She didn’t say anything but yes she did love the way he was fucking her and yes over the last couple of days she had become a slut for Pakistani cock. She had discovered the joys of hard rough sex and couldn’t get enough cock up her. Although she was actually enjoying it she loved. My best ever shot was a foot away from the card. He has survived half a dozen duels. I have never challenged anyone before and even with swords my skill is barely adequate. With pistols at ten paces? I might hit him if I threw the pistol. I was only at the gentlemen’s club because my wife had gone out again with her dubious friends to Vauxhall Gardens. I had tried to tell her that it isn’t a suitable resort for a newly married lady, even if she went with her husband. She upbraided me for being. His dick was as smooth as a Hershey milk chocolate bar and harder than the wall holding us up. He was working with a 9-inch cock. I “accidently” pulled out his dick. As soon as his dick was out my eyes were looking down at his “sextrument”. I looked at his dick like I was pleasurably worried. The way his dick was looking and the way he was handling me you could tell that the phrase “large and in charge” fits him. He must have seen my expression because he said “You want it? Let me hear you say.