Her muscles grabbed my knuckles, drawing me in. God she was tight. This chick was going to feel good taking my cock, which was so hard and thick it ...felt as though it was going to explode. While guiding my two fingers in an out of her slick, juicy lips, I stuck out my tongue and tickled her asshole. It made her kegel muscles clamp down on my fingers so hard, I thought my bones would break. But I used my biceps to drive my straightened wrist right back into her messy sex while French kissing. Against my skin, her voice was muffled and it made my dick jump in her hand."I want..." She said, with mischief in her voice.She kissed her way down a little, to my shoulders, then back up again to flick her tongue over my lips and lightly bite them, one after another. Her fingers moved through the hairs on my chest, as her other hand worked my cock, lightly, delicately. I could smell her perfume. I could smell her musky excitement.Her mouth was on my ear, her lips brushing my earlobe while her. Perhaps I should be the judge of that? Xx - Chrissie replied.Shit, she had shocked me again. Was she secretly hoping I would have sent a pic of my own dick? I considered having a quick search on the net for a picture of a huge knob to send but instead found one of a cockerel bird, which obviously most people just call a cock, and sent that.I think I laughed out loud as I imagined her opening the picture.Whilst I was waiting for a response, I had another look at the pictures of Chrissie which. As he walked around, the weight and heft of the Beretta .25 assured him in his pocket. He was going to kill those fools. He could get away with it, he could get away with anything. Nobody knew that he owned one; the dumb spic he had bought it from wasn’t going to tell anyone. He wasn’t from around here; nobody was going to recognize him. It didn’t occur to him that he practically had a trail leading to him, from the slugged sleeping car attendant, to the store he bought the pants in, to the.