I shuddered as my fingers tore into the turf. My head threw back as my tits bounced beneath me.He leaned over me as he fucked me, his hand pulling on ...my red hair. His strong body draped over me as his other hand reached down beneath my belly and found my clit. I gasped as he rubbed my sensitive nub.My pussy clenched on his thick dick.“That's it, whore,” he growled into my ear as he pounded me. “Work that slutty hole on my dick. You love it. You're just a slut. You've been dying to feel this. .. " Alright, stop," she snapped."What? The laundry machine crosses a line?" Krista asked as innocent as a cat with a bird in its mouth.Caitlyn frowned as she ran, staring ahead. "My machine's a bit of a clunker," she grumbled."Even better!" Krista didn't miss a beat. "Imagine pressing up against it as it shimmied and rattled. The warmth and smell of soiled laundry getting a vigorous cleaning in an old, beat up laundry machine. Thump! Thump! Thump! It would be a literal, figurative, and aural. I could see the glint in Danny’s eye when he was chatting with Debbie and was sure that the two of them were going to hook up. I moved on to the next table that had Pete, Mary, Matt, Keisha, John and Jean. They were having a good laugh about something and their spirits were high.“Hi Guys, I don’t think I had the chance to welcome you earlier, I’m Jon.” I said introducing myself.“John and this is my wife Jean.” The couple from Atlanta introduced themselves, shaking hands with me.“I’m Mary and. He could taste the truth in his mouth, the Living Word of a living Goddess. In that moment, he believed. She saw the understanding in his eyes, and smiled a perfect smile as She broke the kiss and reclined back onto the cushions. ‘Now, Malcolm,’ She said, beckoning him to approach, ‘taste of My Second Sacrament.’ He cast aside his briefcase and struggled onto his hands and knees, whimpering softly as he felt the instinctive perfection of that position locking into his mind. She wrapped Her.