Kneel like a good doggie slut and enjoy. I’ll help you with the cover, Joe.”As he moved away I got a hard stinging slap on my rear.The dog now wen...t for my ass and his tongue was once again attacking my pussy. God, it felt so good.I felt the cover go on my back at a finger poking into my ass hole. The finger was removed. Something wet was being applied to the hole. I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart. More liquid. Finger in my ass. Two, three and FOUR!. Moving ina and out. More liquid.. Marcus lives in Washington so no luck in seeing him , i am currently writing this from my hotel in Vancouver as i am at our yearly meeting, and i am waiting for Paul , like i mentioned i have seen Paul since the first meeting and have become a slave for his huge black cock, i have only been able to meet up with him once ,the time we did meet since that night , we met chatted for a while then i just had to have him i was dripping , the image of that huge cock kept crossing my mind, once in. I lay her on the floor and raise her legs and hips, making her feet rest on each side of her head. She is looking at me from between her thighs. With her Doc Marten's-like shoes at each side of her head, the pose might have been funny, but with her shorts off, pussy and ass willingly offered and that wild look in her eyes, this is just pure naughtiness.She is so wet that I can notice it without even having to touch her. I finger her pussy to increase her arousal some more. The touch of her. Ron had zero delegates and zero money and zero chance, but he was staying in to get his libertarian agenda out there. The Democrats were down to Obama and Clinton, with Obama having about a ten percent lead at the moment. Even John Edwards had quit, but he was making lots of noise about being the best candidate as Vice President. He was hoping that Obama and Clinton would fight such a nasty fight that the eventual winner wouldn’t choose the other one as their running mate. It was the same.