You see, Jim Thorpe just loved teenage girls.He loved looking at them, he loved being near them, heloved fantasizing about them. Jim Thorpe was also 3... yearsold.Jim was in heaven because his wife had gotten a migraineheadache this morning and said that she wouldn't be able togo down to the beach with him and their daughter, Jennifer.Secretly, Jim thanked his lucky stars for that. Now hecould lay here on the beach and watch all the cute daughter running around and playing on the sand. And his. The large piece of leather with the rune he constructed flipped a few times as it fell, but for the most part, it dropped like a rock.“This is going to be a pain,” he grumbled, picking up the piece of hide. He made a few small adjustments to the ink and discharged the crystal a little bit before looking up at Molo. “I’ll be up in a second!” he called out.“Stay there!” the frog-girl yelled back. In the time it took for him to look confused, the frog-girl’s red tongue impacted the piece of. He was filling her much fuller than she had ever felt. Her orgasm was surging much faster, her fingers had slowed their ministrations on her clit to make it last as long as possible in intensity.Then she felt Jevon’s body press into hers as his cock buried in her ass as deep as possible. Her ass was jam packed with his cock meat. “Fuck me baby, fuck me harder”. Mona screamed to Jevon. Hearing her beg, Jevon knew, she was just hanging by the cliff and he was too. Her tight ass just felt so damn. From beneath it, my eyes peered at you. “I think we deserve a reward, don’t you?” I said to you with a wink. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you answered, grinning. “Last one in is a rotten egg,” I whispered. With that, we sprung to our feet and began tugging at our clothes, discarding socks and shoes, jeans and shirts, and underwear. We left a trail of clothes behind us as we made our way to a spiral staircase and chased each other up. We came out on the roof of the penthouse. The lights.