“Yes son, yes… Fuck the shit out of my ass… Fuck it hard… I want to feel pain… Mommy deserves to be punished baby… Go ahead honey… Fuck ...t… I want you to split my asshole in two!!!”I mercilessly rammed into her anus harder time after time almost pushing her over with each stroke of my shaft. Every deep thrust met with her tearful cry’s of pain and more of her vulgar sex talk.“Fuck me you horny bastard… Fuck me… Fuck your whoring mother… You dirty mother fucker… Give it to me harder… Give it to. "It excited me too," confessed Theresa."Really?" Yes, when we get home I want you to spank me and then fuck me."This stunned Philip because, apart from anything else, the word 'fuck' was not normally in his wife's vocabulary.Whilst this conversation was going on Beryl had got up off the floor and was rubbing her buttocks whilst still sobbing loudly."You deserved that," said John, not too unkindly."I know I did, I don't know what Theresa and Philip must have thought." They probably thought you. Wanted to go prospecting.We went regularly. So did a great many others ... much to our dismay. Gold prices soared. What was once thirty five dollars an ounce had risen to two thousand an ounce. There were people camping at our favorite places. Our diggings were invaded. If one could drive to the site there were people there.I turned 27 ... Just Abbie was twenty. I sent her off to racing school. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate her ... I did. But she was underfoot. When I received standing. I turned to look and a soft finger pressed against my lips. A seductive husky voice whispered in my ear. "I'm a stranger in town looking for danger. Perhaps you know a man to help me out. I've got two nights, and I'm looking to ride. Price is double but not buy. Skin is the Sin, and it gets you all in. Candy is dandy, but wishes are kisses put them together for sweet candy kisses." I slid my hand around her waist and stood up from the barstool. A quick nod at the bartender had a tray with.