It was the sound of the front door closing that brought my sorrowful binge to an end, my ever-loving wife Ruth was finally home."Good God Bill," Ruth ...xclaimed almost the moment she entered the living room "you've been drinking, you know how much I hate the smell of whiskey." Don't bloody worry," I retorted draining the last of my whiskey "you won't have to put up with the smell of it; I'm sleeping in the spare room."Before she could get over the surprise of my comment I pushed past her and. She pulled her panties down, and she had a mangy bush of hair covering her slit. Mr. Hex reached down and he grabbed her pussy hair. He tugged her to her tiptoes by the pussy hair. Like that? he asked.No, she said.He reached his free hand behind her and started spanking her bottom. With each spank an obscene sound echoed in the concrete room and her ass started turning pink. He kept pulling her higher and higher by her pussy hair until she was breathless from the pain Bend over, he said.. "Honey, whose is that nice ass?" the blonde asked. "Just another slut my friend and I have been hooking up with. You girls just can't pass up our cocks!" "You are so funny!" the girl said, punching his shoulder playfully. Serge was very glad that they hooked up another beautiful girl. He was filled with excitement and put his arm around her waist. The girl immediately noticed it but she didn't remove his palm that slipped on her left hip. She liked those older guys’ attention very much. On. After a little while I spot what I want-a rock at the base of a tree. I stop us there and ask if you still need to pee. "Yes," you say, almost shyly. You move your hands to your crotch."Show me that pussy." You lean back a little and lift the hem of your skirt, exposing your flushed and swollen labia. "Good girl." I tell you to get into a squat position, but not to piss. You squat down and look down at the ground, then up at me with a desperate submission. I stretch the moment out, and I can.