I’ll be fucking her from now on so I don’t want your worthless little pink worm anywhere near her. That’s my woman now so you make up any lie yo...u have to so that there’s no chance of her getting anywhere near you. I don’t like to share my fuck toys”.I was crying again. It was amazing to me how easily this man made me cry like a little bitch. I was on my knees sucking his fat prick while he told me how he was going to keep fucking my wife and all I could do was cry. And suck.I listened while. Make my cock hard...feel it throb for you!" Her passion rising, she hissed in my ear, "I want to feel your hard cock against my pussy...let me massage your cock with my pussy", then she grasped the base of my shaft, squeezing gently above my balls as she rose up and straddled over my thighs, pressing her wet pussy lips against my cock as she looked down into my eyes and rubbed her slippery slit with my rigid cock. I reached up and captured her breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples, she. It was far enough away from the farm house and wrecking yard that nobody could see them. And, close enough to the main road you could walk to Dale Road.I spent most of the past week in Bowmanville asking around where my sister and her friends hung out. Bowmanville seems to be getting built up too much and people are taking on that city attitude of looking the other way at kids doing drugs and especially as one "citizen" spat at me, "who cares about one more drunken Indian girl!" I care and I. He finally told me to get dressed, and he would take me back to the base. As he was driving me back to the base late that night, I could only sit quietly in the passenger seat. I wanted to say that I enjoyed the evening. I wanted to tell him how I felt watching him. When we arrived at the parking area outside the gate, Bert asked if he could see my cock once again. I said sure, and watched as he unzipped me again, and pulled my cock out. I was pretty much still in a catatonic state and.