Everyone in school called him Brutus. He was a big, bruising, dominating lineman.When Brutus entered the tiny bathroom, Victoria had to stand up on th...e toilet to make room. She was squeezed tight up against the wall because he took up the whole small space. He dropped his pants then picked her up by sliding her back along the wall. He placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her pressed against the wall. She splayed open her legs. He took a few small steps forward then speared her pussy with. Uncle James was slender, with wide-set shoulders, and his musculature was hard and rangy and not at all bulky, while Mister Singh was larger in girth and musculature, although not stout but stocky. A life of hard usage showed on both forms. My uncle had several noticeable scars on his torso, beyond the one on his face. A long and jagged tear had been made in his side at one time, his right chest showed a pair of small round scars matched by another pair, obviously bullet exit marks, on his. She took out a wine bottle from the minibar and sat down next to me on the sofa. Her perfume was enticing. I put my arm around her. Before I knew it, we were in a deep, passionate kiss. She began rubbing her hand on my dick.My dick was rock-hard. We emptied our glasses and Lavina led me to the bed. She got on top of me and began to ride me. She had tremendous muscle control. I could feel her intentionally contracting her pussy on my dick as she bounced up and down. After a while, we both. "Why?" I asked.Over the last month I'd had sex with several dozen different men at least, most of them strangers and completely unknown to me. It had been unusual, since Paul had previously protected me, somewhat. Now I understood. Paul knew the men, of course, or at least I assumed he did, but maybe not. They'd had his approval though, that much was certain."Once you're ready to start nursing we'll abort it," he lit a cigarette and cracked the car window. "Jen wants the baby, but she wants to.