It was a far cry from his usual stained-with-dirt T-shirt and his skin-tight denim jeans. He almost looked like one of the downtown breed of strap-han...ging Lotharios that tended to exist in a perpetual fog of sexual repression and greed for material possessions.Gina came walking down the sparkling marble steps. She was resplendent in a black form-fitting dress with only a single white pearl necklace as an accessary. Her boobs were completely covered by the simple dress but their generous curves. ..." she trailed off."Ah geez Mom. Can't we just forget that it happened? I won't ever touch any of that stuff again. Ok?" Well that's good. You shouldn't be going into any of my stuff ever. Make a note of that!" Alright Mom.. alright!" I spit out. "Don't get short with me young man!" she scolding, raising her voice."Ok. Ok. Sorry mom" Again, its ok. I understand you're just frustrated." Huh, frustrated?" I asked confused."Well yea, I mean you never got to finish, right?" she said with a sly. He now looks at Sherry and whispers in a load voice, “What did I say was going to happen if u didn’t swallow all of my cum?” Sherry is crying now and she barely says, “Screw.....my....ass.” David, surprisingly, is still pumping the shit out of her, & even though it looks like my wife is scared out of her wits, she is still starting to cum again. “Yes, that’s what I said, but if your mouth can barely take a few inches of my cock, I know your ass can’t!” All the while he is saying this, he is. Please feel free to contribute, thanks!)********If you didn’t know her, your first impression of Sonya would be that she’d descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of varsity cheerleaders. Tanned, blonde, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But she didn’t get her figure from shaking pom-poms at some football game, no sir. She got it from fencing. From stabbing people, competitively. She had a gift for it.That’s how we first met, actually—she joined.