Flooding over it . A river . I pushe d . Deeper and deeper . Consumed - eaten alive by the hot liquid inside her . And I'm in .I start thrusting mysel... on her . Pushing her . Moving the couch across the living room ."Oh yeah Daddy ! More! More ! Fuck my like that ."I pushed harder . Harder ."Fuck me like you fuck Mommy!"Harder . Again . Again . I grabbed hold of her pigtails and arched her head back - pushing her thighs up on the couch so she had to spread her legs . Arched like my little fuck. . Stay down, Im going to blindfold you, its supposed to be a surprise. She groaned a complaint around his cock but kept her head down and her eyes closed while her wrapped a blindfold around her head and tied it. Once she was securely blindfolded, I got beside her and rubbed her large tits through her shirt. She moaned and pulled away, her head dropped backwards in pleasure. I raised an eyebrow at Asher. She took some pills to loosen up. I think shell do just about anything we say or want. He. It was muddy, deeply rutted from regular use, and when the headlights stopped dancing over the tree-trunks and last season's old man's beard, they came to rest on another five bar gate that led in turn onto a potholed gravel drive, narrowed almost to a tunnel in places by vast overgrown yew hedges.Margaret drove the Landrover steadily forwards, until around a bend a house appeared. Not just any house, but a full-blown Gothic monstrosity of a Victorian mansion that stretched beyond the beams of. “Yes me to.” I said. “Hope you understand Arthur but duty and the wife calls.” I said rising.“Yes yes of course.” he said, “And I hope you are doing your duty for your lovely wife.”“I do my best.” I said. Not really catching the leer in his voice.“He really gives me the creeps.” Mona said after Arthur had gone.“Well I give you he may be a bit strange.” I said, “And certainly not the cleanest of people. He had the same dirty joggers and shirt on as yesterday.”“Strange!” Mona gasped, “Jerry.