She feasted on me.”“Oh, yes, she did,” I purred.Mr. Armstrong swallowed. “Well, honey, I'm sorry. Your mother is... is a whore. She shouldn't ...ave eaten your pussy at all. She should have been a faithful wife.”“I should have,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “I'm trying. I just...”“You need to be a man, Daddy,” said Stefani. She picked up the vampire glove. It was made of fine, black leather, the palms and fingers covered with fine needles. “Now this is naughty. If you're not careful, you can draw. My cock dribbled precum on his chest and I groaned around his thick cock in my mouth.“Slobber on it buddy.” He grunted, “I’m going to need all the lube I can get to get that fucker up your tight little hole. When’s the last time you got fucked?” “Not since college” I admitted. He spun me around and lifted me up onto his lap until I was barely hovering over the tip of his big dick. “I’ll try my best not to fuck up into your hole until you’re ready, so you better get down on it while I have some. .I started giving slow pushes at first, she got adjusted with my strokes.(B’coz her hubby penny is only 5, so her pussy is not opened properly. Tats y she shouted one me… SHE TOLD IT WITH ME LATTER) . She asked me to go fast. I started like pisten with out any mercy on her and she started crying with pain and pleaser. She told me to stop, but I am not in any mood. I got my liquid to come out. With out any intimation I put all the liquid on her ass hole. Before she reacts, I started rubbing on. "Over here - " a man said. They grabbed an arm each and started dragging me. My feet scrabbled hopelessly for purchase; my knees ploughed furrows through silt and fallen leaves."Where?" said the second guy."Just here - a wall, she said she wanted a wall...."My mouth kept trying to ask a million questions: who, why, what, where, why? Why are you doing this? WHAT are you doing? Who are you? Perhaps mostly ludicrously of all, What do you want? I found I couldn't speak, I was too literally.