Ram came to the kitchen with the empty cup and smiled at me as he left it inside the sink.“All set for the oil massage?” I asked him. He smiled ag...in and proceeded towards the sitting room. My husband came out with a broad smile looking great in his new clothes. I was amused watching him pick up a few firecrackers and laughed out. He wasn’t worried as he opened the door and rushed downstairs towards the open space for lighting the crackers. I picked up the bowl with the scented oil and walked. My root became more hard, and began to quiver in synch with my strikes upon my ex's exposed parts. Pausing, I ran my fingers down her labia to collect her secretions, and paint them upon her anus. I gathered more cuntsauce, and anointed her pucker with them, now entering her with my fingertip. More secretions, more anointing, more intrusion into her dark recesses. Annie, for her part, moaned her appreciation of this change of pace. She began to encourage me lustily."Yeah, you have gotten me so. I still had my cock and I hadn’t lost my ball sack to a stray propeller blade. My injuries were what the medical board would call superficial. I had an eight inch burn down my right thigh and my shoulders felt crunched and bruised. My ass ached from kicking my way out of the cockpit. Fuck it. I was a tough bastard. I could take a bashing. I had kicked my way into this fight. They’d not wanted to give me seat at this party. They told me to try digging coal or they pushed at me to join the. The first time she arrived at my door looking like the prototypical street hooker. You know, red tube top, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, hair teased, lots of makeup, stilleto heels, inch-long red finger nails and she was chewing and popping her gum.For a while it seemed like when Kara was playing the baudy wench, but it wasn't long before I realized it wasn't really the same. Kara was into the role, but was 'real.' I mean, it really was her doing this and she was passionate about it.I.