"Remove those wet Knickers slowly" as she pulled down she revealed a big hairy bush "what you want to do now slut,tell me" " I want to put your big c...ock in me" where in you" in my vagina" " it's called a CUNT" " I cant say that " come here and sit on my lap facing me " she sat on my lap facing me as my cock rested against her cunt ,gradually rubbing it up and down ,she tried to put it in but told her no not until she said the word cunt but she said she hated the word as I rubbed my cock. I sat down and began reading. It startedoff with Thomas meeting an old friend for a drink at a bar, one thingled to another and they decide to head over to a club across town. Asthey entered, I turned on the music and it was a low pulse, then asteady beat, a little bit like standard house, but somehow off. It didmake me feel a bit more relaxed and brought some flavor to the story.Our protagonist and his old pal in the club continue drinking, and tryunsuccessfully to pick up dates. The pal is. The question was what to do about it, but for tonight I was hoping to get some action. We were watching the weather on the 11:00 local news. My wife has always been fascinated by knowing what the weather is going to do tomorrow, and all I could think about was getting my cock into her tight pussy. The kids were asleep, it was just the two of us, and I was hoping for some action.I curled up around her bringing my rock hard cock against her hip, and ran my hands up and around her shoulders, just. Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed. "It makes you look sexy," he said. "Stand up for me." "Please," she pleaded, looking up at the black spots where his eyes should be. "I have a little money and some jewelry. It's yours if you want but please, leave me and Chelsea alone?" "I said stand up," he growled, pointing the gun at her face. Kristen stood up slowly, feeling the silk of her nighty rising and clinging to her body as she did. "Money and jewelry,".