I walked over with my pants on my knees as i spanked her ass softly she bent down onto my table. i stood open legs behind her as i held my cock stroki...ng it. i moved closer as i rubbed the tip over her wet almost dripping pussy as i thrusted in slowly she braced against the table pushing herslelf back. i penetrated her fully as she said.. is this how the boss's cock feels.. i smiled moving in and out in and out. her pussy was somewhat tight.as she told me to move faster and harder. she moaned. "A few weeks ago I sorta hooked up with this woman." No shit!" I replied excitedly. Neither of us had had sex up to this point in our lives, and the fact that he was getting some action was exciting. Real details!"It's not all that you think. I mean I didn't fuck her or anything." What do you mean?" I asked."You promise not to say anything?" he looked truly worried and I knew that there was no way he was making this up."Yea I promise, I wont tell anyone."Expelling a breath he said, "Ok a few. .”“What strange advice!” Thought the young man. “I just entered the married world, I am an adult and surely my wife and the family that we will start will be everything I need to make sense of my life.”Yet he obeyed his father. He kept in touch with his friends and annually increased their number. Over the years, he became aware that his father knew what he was talking about.Inasmuch as time and nature carry out their designs and mysteries on a man, friends were the bulwarks of his life.After. The scent of her lust washed through the air. The ground between Damien and Father Augustine lay strewn with half-unconscious women.All fucked by the priest.Rage seized Damien. The priest fucked his wife.Impotent fury propelled Damien across the room. Blood streamed from his machete as he leaped over the fallen women. The priest's head threw back as he came. Abigail's throat worked. She swallowed, noisily, with delight.She's worshiping his cock! Why?Damien roared. The white oak crossbow bolt.