This was my own version of disciplinary action, and I do believe that it was a solid one.“What are you thinking about, husband?” Natalie broke my ...train of thought, as Father Corcoran’s cum ran down her thighs and Bethany’s twat juices continued to soak my prick.“About your life sentence, babe. Scary thought yet?” I teased her a little, but I was in earnest.“I will gladly serve such a sentence for eternity, not just my life. To serve you, anything is worth it. Yes, I screwed up! I did you wrong.. I said, "Hi, beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"She looked startled as she replied in a small voice, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Lisa," I said, "You're one of the prettiest girls I know. I just don't understand why you hide yourself in unflattering clothes and stand in Julie's shadow." Mike," she said, "I don't know how to tell you this, but please don't interrupt or I won't have the courage to finish." OK," I said, "Tell me what's on your mind."She started. Sarika tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed passion as his hotly searing mouth and tongue pressed hard against her open lips. Ramesh was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down. The boy appeared totally flustered. He moved forward, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussy-hole. He leaned into her, wiggling his loins. His prick forced her cunt-lips wide. The cock-knob slid inside, then the prick-shaft. With unbridled passion, he entered her, swift and sure of himself. It took. " He responded a little sarcastically. I swallowed hard and put all my effort into not shaking. "The phone in my hotel room doesn't work and I was planning on ordering a pizza tonight. Mind if I barrow yours?" He looked me up and down and shrugged, "Sure, come on in." I murmured a thank you and and walked directly to the phone and started dialing.His room was a carbon copy of mine, down to the cream-colored walls and gleaming bathroom tiles. Whoever cleans this motel deserved an award. I put my.