“Ah, Jesus H. Christ on a crutch,” he blasphemed quietly.“D' you think she'll fuck him?” I asked.Jake sighed. “Not today, I don't think, but...sooner or later, yeah, she'll fuck him.”“Why?” I wanted to know.Another sigh. “Well, he has become sort of her pet.”“Really?”“Really!”As we watched Sue dropped her hand from Ted's dick and proceeded to swallow the entire length of it, which looked to be a fairly standard nine-inch length and fully functional. Ted's mouth was hanging slightly open and his. I charged back in, staring at the delicious, dusky rump pumping away. I needed to experience the delight of the Arab MILF’s ass once more. I loved fucking older women, especially my mother. I would give this woman so much pleasure as I plowed her slick bowels until I erupted.I knew I wouldn’t last long in her. Not with how good she felt.I reached her and threw myself onto her back. My muddy body smacked against hers. My cock slipped between her butt-cheeks. I found her asshole, my precum-lubed. She spread the bars holding her legs out at about a 60 degree angle. This made it harder for Karen to keep the dildos in her ass and cunt. Slut told her, “You better not let the dildos slip out or there will be hell to pay. As it is, you are here for the night and it will be a very unpleasant experience.” To increase Karen’s anxiety, slut told her, “Let me tell you I have experienced everything in this room more times than I can count. I’ve been whipped, electrically tortured, had piercing. I knew there was something bothering the bride-to-be but twenty-eight years as a cop had taught me to wait for people to be ready to talk. There are exceptions, usually a life-or-death situation, and this wasn't it. So I waited. 'Dad, are you really okay with this wedding? I mean, it's not like Eddie's or Barbara's.' 'How so?' 'Well, for starters...' 'Kris, do you love Sam?' 'Yes!' 'Do you want to be Mrs. Flood?' 'Absolutely!' 'Then why would I not be okay? I love you. Every parent hopes their.