Only two weeks out of prison and here he was back prowling homes in search of jewelry, money, or anything else of value that he could be hidden under ...is coat. Like the old pro he was he immediately rifled through an unlocked jewelry case only to find that it only contained cheap costume settings that were practically worthless! After tossing the case away in disgust he made his way to the den and made short work of the desk and adjoining file cabinet. "Dammit," he said under his breath, "a guy. My head lurched backwards. "Very good!" He said heavily as his breath was making me weak. My legs shook. I reached back on his command and opened up my gape. He pushed his thick tip into me. The desk bit into my midsection. He pushed through hard. I squealed, frantically trying to find some to clinch my fingers onto. My ass tried to squeeze him out but Mr. P advance was too powerful. The desk moved towards the wall with every thrust into my delicate ass. I was being defiled and I liked it. My. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence, it’s passage measured in heartbeats, it drifts on wind-borne currents. Rhythms of an ancient dance define the random thoughts of drifting sand. Hearts dance to this time, to this other music, as you might say hearts dance to the music of stars. This much we know, but do we really. I then added a second and then a third finger, making it wider and easier for my big cock to go in. A moan softly escaped Aunt Kate's lips as I finger-fucked her in the ass. "Stop being such a tease Craig and fuck your aunt's virgin ass." Virgin?" I asked. "Haven't you had anal sex before?" No, but I would love you to be my first."With that I took my throbbing penis in my hand and I bent Aunt Kate almost completely over. My cock washuge with a large red head that was shining with my sex juice..