Ashley rolls on to her stomach, she feels my hairy legs pushing her legs father apart. I begin caressing down her back to her small tight buttocks, my... finger traced up and down her ass crack.She shivers as my other hand pulls her cheeks apart and hold them that way with thumb and forefinger. I run a finger over her exposed asshole, making her body tense up and then...OH GOD! Ashley feels the pressure on her exposed asshole as my finger pushs aganist it and she bucks wildly, tensing her muscles. A little while later, I had eaten a light dinner and was settling into my couch with a cold beer. I had popped a DVD into the player and Twelve O'clock High with Gregory Peck was loading up. What I had expected to be a peaceful evening was soon interrupted by a knock on the door."Hi, Lucky." Mit cheerfully said as she stood at my door. Like Tiffany, Mit was stunning. Although they were fully covered, her breasts seemed to be straining to free themselves from the confines of her dress. Her. Probably he was scared she might be wired, that this could be a trap. She walked past him into his house, was led into a living room, was invited to sit down on a sofa, was brought a glass of wine."So, tell me again why you are here." I have been sent to see you, to suck your cock." She wondered if he would insist on her explaining in more detail why she had to do it."Are you married, lady?" Yes." What's your husband's name?"Thinking of her new husband, she almost said, I don't know he didn't. "As for breaking anything, I hope that your pussy's insured, because it's going to get the workout of its life just now." Jordan was now suspended underneath Clyda by only the sheer size and strength of Clyda's cock inside her cunt. Jordan was hanging just over the bedcovers, Clyda's immense cock holding her up with no trouble at one end. Jordan's first thought was that she had become some sort of human shiska-bob. Although Jordan instinctively reached out and gripped the bedpost with her.