The simple homely housewife was lost somewhere, and I was looking at a cock hungry whore who was so lecherously enjoying her ordeal. Father-in-law was... groaning with effort. His movements were increasing with every passing second. His strong thighs slapped against the back of my thighs again and again. My whole body reveled with the exquisite feeling. “Aarhhhhhhhhhhhh…” He moaned loudly as he plunged his hard on into my pussy. I sensed his impending orgasm and thrusted my ass to take his plunge.. I'll go back up the rope to fetch Joan."The Ghost climbed back up fetch first Joan and then Margie. When all three girls were on the ground, The Ghost climbed back up one more time to retrieve his grappling hook and rope. He didn't want the Goslins to know how he had rescued the girls. The girls were about to panic by the time he returned to them, but they calmed down when they saw him coming.By this time, he was too tired to carry the girls, so they had to walk. Fortunately, they were still. But, because of my job I am very busy which helps keep my weight from ballooning.I married my high school sweetheart and yeah, I would agree that was probably the biggest mistake I ever made. If only I still didn't love the bitch. My wife Ann, formerly Ann Patricia Pryell, also of Suffolk County, Virginia, wasn't a cheerleader or homecoming queen. She was an athlete like me, short, compact and a fireball. Volleyball was her sport of choice. I mouthed off to her once during our Senior Year about. He leisurely closed the gap between them and produced a metal shackle from a drawer somewhere. His hand reached up and stroked her neck and clavicle, before slipping the shackle around her neck. It was covered in silk and soft to the touch, but still firm and she knew it would not bend. He turned her around and pulled her hands up over her head and back behind her neck, where he firmly secured her wrists in the shackle around her neck. Now when he turned her back around she felt.