I wondered what she was thinking; what she was being thankful for. I knew what I was thinking. I was thankful that my family was able to come together... for this holiday, and that they were all in good health and leading happy lives. I was especially thankful for the two hours of wild sex I'd shared with Shelly when we had been alone in the house the previous day.David had graduated from college and had accepted a job offer from a firm in San Francisco. He'd been there almost a year when he. “Eat that fucking pussy!!” she demanded, as he buried his face underneath her rear bumper diffuser, thrusting his tongue into her drenched outlet, that was swelling with arousal.He loved the sweet taste of her polished tailpipe and continued passionately eating her out.“Ohh it’s so fucking good!” She moaned as he began sucking the dripping fluids from her pussy. His tongue began to clean around her opening, forcing a soft moan from the sexy Porsche. His tongue probed her hole, causing her to. I got it that they'd known or maybe suspected stuff about Brenda that I had never suspected.It was pretty late that Monday night when someone finally called me. Well, they might have called earlier, but I was on the phone so much, I'd of never known it. Things have been pretty rough for the last few years financially, and we had barely been getting by.We had a top-of-the-line TELCO instrument, because I got it for nothing. I went on a service call, and the phone was busted. I put in a. To be treated roughly, talked dirty to... Although having a safe word meant the world to her, and feeling she could trust Matthew meant everything, she still knew that the night in the shipping container would always leave its mark on her, for better in some ways, and for worse in others. After a few minutes, Matthew coaxed Miranda to turn the stroller around and head back home. They returned to the house, a gorgeous three-story villa with a view of the ocean. Matthew waited patiently while.