As he circled around so the goons wouldn’t spot him, he had to wonder what Ron was really up to. The man was cunning and from reports, ruthless, but... so far, he had played this like a game. There they were, just sitting there watching the crowd. Maybe they were waiting for an invitation to join the fun. Spencer had half a notion to just walk up and invite them in, but then he really didn’t want to start trouble at church or give them any more reason to gossip about Annie. They had to get this. She begged me to fuck her ass, and I thrust into her with one stroke. Even her asshole had swollen from her first black cock, and I reamed her like a whore. "Oh God, yes, fuck my whore asshole. Take me like the slut I am. Please, give me all of your dick!" She wailed, and I was only too happy to comply with her wishes. I pounded into her and she continued to beg me to fuck her harder. Finally, I could last no longer, and shot my own hot load up her asshole. She screamed, experiencing another. He could hear the redhead inside say,"You don't have to knock sugar,come on in!" He stepped inside and in a hushed whisper she spoke back; back here sugar.Stan walked into the kitchen where the woman was rubbing her pendulous breasts with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other.He looked down at her perfect full orange-red bush and she said "wanna taste my fingers?" Stan slipped her pussy juiced fingers in his mouth licking the sticky clear fluid from them.You like said the redhead?. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew something was missing, your hat. I opened the bedroom door and peeked out to see if you had made it back inside yet. Everything was quiet, so I pushed the door to, and grabbed your hat off the nightstand where you had left it. Sliding it on my head, I lit the five red candles that I had bought too and placed them around the room, then flipped off the light and climbed on the bed, to wait for you. I heard the door a few minutes later, and I knew you.