Finally, he looked at her gorgeous face. Her eyes had been closed, but she seemed to know when he was looking at her. She opened her eyes, looking bac... at him. They were filled with desire. His hands slid further around to her ass, once again holding the cheeks. He began fucking upwards a little harder, and he forced her down onto him faster. Ashley could feel the buzzing in her crotch grow more powerful as she took that big, hard cock into her body at a rapid pace. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!”. ”“What?”“I want you to give up two of your whores — Honey and BB. Give them back to their mother. I got Sheree a job, full time, at the Sister Mary Packer Shelter. And I made her worthless boyfriend an offer ... to leave town. For good.”This is news to Gertie. She smiled, “An offer?”I patted the .40 in my shoulder holster, “A certain abusive Mr. Bixby decided to revisit friends and family in Ardmore, Oklahoma. I don’t think he’ll be back.”Gertie, Harold, and I looked at Columbo. His first. Her hips felt worn to the bone, from lying on the cold, miserable floor. Shelabored trying to breathe from the beating she took on her ribs. Her back wasstiff and the tender muscles between her thighs felt torturously stretched.She had never opened her legs in that manner before and those muscles had neverreally been used. Her white under garment was stained a deep brown from thenow dried blood of her virginity. She felt filthy and her crotch was cakedwith his soil. She wanted desperately to. We made out at the car before getting in and going over to get coffee. I sent the text telling John we were on our way. We went in and I played with her ass while we ordered. After getting our coffee we went out at my suggestion to sit at the patio. While sitting there John walked up and asked for the time. My wife had removed her bra on the way to the coffee shop. John openly stared at her hard nipples. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. His cock started pushing against his shorts.