.. pink nipples... hairless, virginal pussy... it brought back pleasant memories of when he was young. Only THIS time, he was going all the way!Pappa ...ear moved over his little victim, as her head lowered and eyes closed, giving herself over to him. Not being human, Pappa Bear wasn't into all that touchy-feely stuff. He just threw her on her back, spread her legs as far as they could spread, to either side of his very wide waste, and began forcing his powerful black dick against her little. "Old guy over in Warsaw," George explained. "Must be close to 80. Worked in the mill, but he ran a trap line on the side for maybe twenty years, all with a dog team, and gave it up about the time snow machines got popular. Jim Horton. You know him?" The Jim Horton that's on the village council?" Mike asked. Lindquist nodded, and Mike went on, "Sure, I know him. He's in the book." What book is that?" George asked."Oh, right after the Warsaw fire, I got the wild hair that I might be able to write. After texting for about a week and sharing each other’s pictures and sexual adventures, we were comfortable with each other and we decided to meet.She invited me to her place when her in-laws visited a wedding and her daughter was busy in her college. I reached her apartment and rang the bell, and there she was – a perfect Indian lady. She had worn a black seductive saree with most of her belly visible and deep cleavage.Even though I had seen her pictures before, she was more sexy than that. I. I was by bad about the beer. I’ll go get it. I swear.”


“Why bother? We’ve got bitch beer, and a bitch right here to drink it.”


His fist circled my small arm and yanked me over to the couch. Mom crumpled on the floor and kept asking him to stop. He did not.

He uncorked the bottle and thrust the fruity juice in my face. “Drink it. Now.”
I took a drink and spit it out, it tasted bad, like rotten berries.
I forced the bottle into my mouth and made me swallow it. I spit most of it up and he.