I pounded her, stretching her wet pussy to its limits. "You ever been fucked in the ass?" I teased as I pulled out and pushed against her asshole. "No..., no please don't" she begged looking back at me. "You sure?" I pushed the head of my cock in between her cheeks She groaned and moved her hips forward "I'm too small, please just fuck my pussy" I stuck my cock back in her pussy, relentlessly pounding her into the sink. She didn't hold her screams back, everyone in the bar must have known someone. With a trembling hand Jon peeled the foreskin back and tentatively put his mouth around the hard, purple helmet.Once inside his mouth Jon lapped at the juices that were coming through Dean's slit and slowly eased as much as he could of the remainder of Dean's cock in his mouth and down his throat. Dean let out a moan that signalled to Jon that he was doing it right. Jon pulled the cock from his mouth and started jerking it, intently watching the foreskin go back and forth, back and forth over. Richard blinked in confusion. “You just ruined homosexuality for me. Thank you, Rhonda. My father would thank you for making me consider fornicating with a woman.” “Did I just turn you off to cock?” She flashed a pearly white smile. “This is by far the weirdest conversation of 2014,” he said, shaking his head. “But anyway, getting back to my point, your murder fantasy…” “Torture, not murder.” Rhonda corrected, continuing her work while multitasking. “You know I have a queasy stomach for. ”Shrugging off the exhaustion I felt on the topic after three years on the job, I then told her in as much detail as I cared to about the project: Supporting modernization of the agricultural sector and economic growth by strengthening value-added production chains and the introduction of international standards to allow free entry of local products onto global food markets. A bit to my surprise at first, but clearly to no surprise of John’s, she knew what I was talking about and quite a lot.