"Y-Yeah, sorry just...I guess I'm just really anxious?" Hmm, that's understandable," she smiled. "First time in a place like this. Maybe you're just n...ot used to public sex. It happens to the best of us, honey."I watched, disappointed, as she got back on her feet and let her hair back down, as I pulled my pants back up and fixed my belt. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I had come here to have fun, to do all the things that I had been putting off for all the years, and when I finally. Mein Prügel war jetzt steinhart und pulsierte unter Maren's zarten Fingern. „Gefällt dir das, mein Süßer?", fragte sie mich grinsend. „...Äh, und wie!", antwortete ich erregt. „Gut so, dann spritz mir deine Sahne auf die Pommes, du Wichser!"Mit diesen Worten nahm sie meine Latte fest in die linke an und begann sie hart zu wichsen. Bei jeder Wichsbewegung klatschte ihre Hand gegen meine dicken Eier, dass es schon fast weh tat. Das Klatschen war deutlich zu hören, weshalb ich mich vorsichtig. I had one heck of a time finding a soft spot to bury him. I found a growth of pines that had filled in a crevice in the mountainside not too far from the mine. I carefully wrapped his remains in canvas and dragged him to the hole I’d dug. I figured that if it was nice enough that I wouldn’t mind being buried there then he’d have nothing to complain about. I smelled an odd, sour smell until I buried the man’s remains. Then it dissipated.I found where the miners had hammered together an outhouse.. His wife wouldnt be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. Hes a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss, she whispered. I asked what she was thinking about as they were about to fuck? Without hesitation she responded, How many times Im gonna cum on his cock. She confirmed that she had done.