But since you so easily fit into the role as Captain then I will put him in your charge. Do what you will with him… but if you fail to control him, ...then you will be under my command. And you will do everything I ask of you,’ he paused, taking in the spitfire dressed in his own shirt. Blond hair escaping its knot in whisps around her face, long sun kissed legs that promised so much. She was truly enchanting. ‘Or if you prefer then I can always put you back where I found you.’ He grinned,. Then again, that may simply have been my imagination. Unlike the yelp that shot out of me when the animal jerked forward. The tip of his cock was now pressed against my labia. One more jerk was all it would take. But my lover never took control of the situation.“When having sex, it's important to communicate with your partner,” explained Candy. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to the rest of the class. I guess it doesn’t really matter, because now I knew what I had to do.“Fuck me!” I. Do you think I could stay the night?”The monks graciously accept him, fed him dinner, even fixed his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a very strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, The same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks again accept him, feed him, and again fix his car. That. .I need, but I can't help you”. She felt Ron's hand slid between them, struggling until his cock sank into her mush wet cunt. It felt like a flesh covered warm pipe, hot and very hard. His cock sank deep and immediately started leaping. In seconds it chugged thick spurts of cum inside her. Wad after wad for 8 times, it blasted. Helen crossed her heels on him holding him until his spraying ceased. She whispered, “thank you Ron” then told him not to pull out as she would spill and she really.