.” she said.“Becca, you need to get to know him. I think he needs you to be there for him. It’s all my fault this mess we’re in. But, unfortun...ately I can’t fix it on my own; he won’t let me. He might even hate me. I don’t really think he does, but he might. I do know that he’s bitter, Becca. He’s bitter and lost and lonely. We women and especially you need to understand that and be willing to help the man, that good and brave man, to get to a place where he can be happy again,” she said. Her. His cock was already bumping her cervix though... there wasn't any way he could drive himself any deeper into her.With his dick well seated in his wife's cunt, Brad searched for the remote control."Ash... do you see the remote," he asked, annoyed he couldn't locate it. Ashley raised her head from where it was pillowed on Brad's left arm."On the floor... there," she said and pointed. Brad looked. It was too far for him to reach."I got it," Ashley said quickly. She reached down, stretched, and. He down and Ana turned to face him as she straddled his massive black cock. As she began rocking back and forth onto this black serpent, I saw that her tiny dark rosebud was begging for another huge cock.The second guy worked his hard dick into her tight asshole and soon they had their strokes perfectly timed. The third guy walked around and fed his hard dick to my wife's mouth. Anita looked like a porn star. The guy in her ass started squeezing his ass cheeks together and I knew he was coming. I realized it was plaster dust from all the holes in the walls and the ceiling. There were dozens of holes in the ceiling. Footprints showed where agents had already been as they checked each of the bodies for a pulse.The second floor wasn’t torn up as bad. There was still broken glass everywhere, but most of the shots from outside were angled upward and struck walls or the ceiling. Surprisingly, the study was nearly unscathed.The sound of helicopters arriving drew me to the study window..