This went on for a few minutes. Then, the guy fucking me buried his cock in my ass and began taking short, deep jabs at my ass. I felt his cock swell ...as he dumped his cum into my ass. His legs almost buckled as he came. "Damn it," he breathed, "After all these dicks, this pussy is still tight!" I spit Casey's cock out of my mouth. "It's not a pussy, bitch; it's an ass. It's a man's ass!" I glared at him. His eyes widened and he took a step back, holding his hands, palm out, in front of him.. He walked up to me,wearing a wife beater t-shirt and sweat pants with sneakers, as I began to unload my groceries and asked if I needed any help I checked him out and I said sure.We introduced ourselves and he carried in the two bags I couldn’t and put them on my kitchen counter.He then turned to me and said,’I didn’t know I had such a pretty neighbor.’I was, and continue to be, an attractive and completely passable blond.I replied,’I didn’t know I had such a good looking b*****r living so. ? I started to spank her deliciously tight ass. My hand prints became obvious as I continued her torture. Keri squirmed, in doing so she was feeling my rigid cock pushing against her belly. After she began to whimper and cry through her gag, I stopped the spanking and began rubbing her enflamed ass. I allowed my hand to slip between her legs and touch her steaming pussy. She was soaking wet. I delved into her pussy, exploring this wonderful facility. Keri began to moan and moved. No one knew what to say, not even the Pope.But that afternoon, NBC, CBS, ABC, MSNBC, CNN all knew how to cover the story. Their banner headlines read “TRUMP CAN’T SWIM!”Do you like to read a good murder mystery? This is NOT a true story but remains a good read.On March 23, 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus, and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head.Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to.