Because he liked it. He lovedhis tache. He loved how manly it made him look. And that hit right to theheart of it. He loved being a man! He didn't wan...t to be a woman. Hereally didn't! No real man would! That kind of thinking was perverse!He wanted his old life back somehow, contradiction though that was - hewanted his riches and luxury, but he couldn't bring himself to removethis symbol of his masculine virility - of everything that made him proudto be who he was - a good honest hard grafting. I asked him what I owed him and he said he would have to wait for the machine to complete the wash cycle. Great I thought it was now or never, how about I pay you in kind. Bradley almost fell over but Bob was well sure of himself. He walked over to me and lifted me onto the washing machine and gave me a great French kiss. He then got onto his knees and began licking my pussy which took about 30 seconds for me to scream in ecstasy. The vibrations of the washing machine was unusual but added to. Then he ran his hand up my leg and was rubbing my pussy roughly, while occasionally sticking a finger in my pussy. Then in one forceful thrust, he was inside me. The pain was so immense, it stopped rational thought and took my breath away. He was laughing at me, calling me daddy’s little whore. The other 2 came up to my side and were trying to put their dicks in my mouth. I held my mouth shut till the asshole fucking me jammed a finger into my ass. My mouth flew open and a cock went in. The guy. Jaldi kar, belt uttaru Kya?Jee nahin, saying she, and realizing that she had no choice, she too took of her clothes… at 40, she was still fuckable. Wondered why I hadn’t thought on these lines before… well, better late than never I supposeI caught Belinda by her hair and threw her onto the ground. Pyar chaat, saali. Seeing no escape, she started licking my toes. I gestured Carol to come near. I was wondering how to use them so that I can enjoy maximum. Imagine, 2 bitches, one 23, one 40, one.