Jenna was grunting like a pig. She loved the way Fred was ravaging her ass."Fuck it. Fuck it harder you bastard. FUCK MY ASS. I want you to bust my as.... WRECK MY FUCKING ASSHOLE. Harder motherfucker. Is that all you got? FUCK MY SLUT ASS...AAAARRRGGHHHHYYYEEEAAHHH!!! FUCK IT FUCK IT. You are a horny dog aren't you. Dying to get your dick side me. Fuck my ass fucker." she screamedFred knew this horny slut wanted more. He knew that till the sex was really nasty and dirty this cunt would not be. ‘Is that ok for you?’ she says stepping to the side. He puts his drink down and crouches down to look in the cupboard. ‘Lovely.’ He responds. My wife grabs the box off the top but also grabs part of her dressing gown as well. She pulls the box towards the side of her body and in doing so her dressing gown slightly separates in the middle showing the front of her panties. He is now eye level with my wife's crotch getting a good quick look at her mound through the lace seeing her dark pubic hair. Cassiopeia, where is Tristain?Playing with one of my avatars in her room.Don't let her know about Aesia until you know the healing is working and she has regained consciousness.As you wish.Now meet me in the conference room please.The conference room was situated across the corridor from the medical bay, so Tristan did not have to walk through the main living quarters.Cassiopeia stood waiting for him."Why are you avoiding Tristain?" she asked.Tristan sighed and sat down. "Because as soon as we. What the hell, I thought. Go for it! She is obviously trusted by Anne and if Anne can rely on her discretion then so could I.I decided, rather illogically, that if she was going to come to my house to talk about cleaning it, then I should quickly rush round and clean it myself. I knew it was crazy but it's just the sort of thing you do isn't it. You don't want your cleaner to see what a mess you live in. I quickly sorted things out and chucked all the dirty crockery into the dishwasher when I.