“Is this better, Terri? Is this up to your standards?” SLAM! Marcus sweat was dripping on my chest. His sweat, Maurice’s cum…how would I clean...myself up for tonight? Oh, fuck it. I’ll call Brad and tell him I’m sick. “Much~~*pound/pound*~~better~~*pound/pound*~~Keep~~*pound/pound*~~it up!” A hand on Maurice’s love pole had it harder in no time, but it was hard to stroke him well due to the major DP I was enduring. There was no way I could suck him, unfortunately. There was too much shaking of. The widow resident of the retirement home bearing her name, pulled out a cheque from her dressing gown pocket. It was signed and dated, the amount correctly entered as $38,000. ‘Thank you Mr Drummond,’ she said to the novelist. ‘Well done and spend your earnings wisely.’ Mark Drummond looked into those steady violet eyes for the final time, his job done. ‘Thank you, Mrs Curtis,’ he said, almost bowing. ‘It has been a pleasure listening to you and helping you to preserve the history of your. One night, after making my wife cry and scream like a bitch in heat, this bastard William came downstairs and he joined me in front of the TV, as I watched some porn. He was naked and his body was covered in sweat.As he sat down close to me, I noticed his still hard cock was glistening in the shadows, coated with the mix of his own cum and my wife’s pussy juices.William looked at me, saying my sexy wife was too tired to lick his black cock clean with her nice wet tongue. I understood what he. "Now, with your permission I'd like to look over your lists just to make sure they'll be appropriate for today's task."Jason's heart sank. He had been hoping to just keep this between himself and Rebecca. Their daily reports had been frank and open, even describing the nature of some of their sexual play, but it was one thing to write about what had happened, and something else to write about what you wished would happen. He dug his list out of his backpack and caught a glimpse of Rebecca's.