At least Maggie, my wife, got dressed to leave the house. “I don’t know why you bothered with those clothes,” I told her as I let them in. Meli...ssa just giggled at me, squeezing my crotch as she walked past. We all congregated back in the lounge and I made Melissa and Steve some drinks. James once more explained that Alison was preparing the food. “I’ll just give her a quick hand,” Maggie told James as she pulled herself up from the sofa using his arm as a lever. The rest of us just continued. Meanwhile, Jeremy pounded me hard, until he grunted and came onside my womb. I felt his burning semen filling my entire cunt.“Are you ready for some more, Ma’am…?” Jeremy asked me, as he pulled his deflating black cock out from my abused cunt.I smiled, for the first time, nodding my head a yes.Mario was ready to take his turn with me and my horny body.He knelt down and ordered me to get on my elbows and knees.As soon as I turned over, he grabbed firmly my hips and I felt him sliding his thick. My eyes began to well up from the pain, my breathing labored, and my screaming louder and more intense. Mikey looked up at my face and saw that I was now crying. Im sorry, Ill stop he said and began pulling his dick out of my ass. Dont I managed to get out through labored breathing and ripples of pain. You won was the last two words I could muster and I began breathing hard again. My son, sensing that I was being serious, slowly thrust himself back into my ass as deep as he could, and I. Writer: David (This story was illustrated at the member's area)The beautiful naked blonde hung on the whipping tripod used for public whippings in this arab country.The tripod was placed on a 3 meter high platform so that the crowd could view the whipping.Her legs were spread wide apart and she hung slightly inclined so that her tits hung freely .It was midday so the sun was at its peak. Christine Jones was the name of the blonde before she was captured by this band of nomads in theyear 1876..