."! Gemma was indeed in ecstasy as I pounded my cock in and out of her cunt, "Ooh...yeah...I want your spunk...all your spunk...make me pregnant..." h...er words fell on deaf ears; I've never pulled out in my life once I've been up some chick's hole! Gemma began to squirm and writhe underneath me as I hammered her twat. Redhead gasped into my ear, "I think she's going to orgasm, you old bastard"! I just nodded and quickened my thrusts, "Oh God...oh God...this...this must what...giving birth...must. "You're clean enough," he answers. He's getting ceremonial now, embracing me, smacking a wet kiss on my lips, hunkering down, undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, like in a porn flick. He fondles my penis appreciatively. "We're good," he says, and strips himself. "Lie down," he says, and points with his dick to the bedroom, "I need to pee." I'm on his bed now, with my butts --- my best part --- pointing to the ceiling. "You seem to know what I want," he states casually as he enters the. Your job as a waitress at a Big Boy restaurant isn't going to pay the bills. Your one hope left is to go and live with your estranged mother. In Reno. You haven't seen her in almost ten years and haven't talked to her in five."Sure, you can come stay with me, Clara. I'm so sorry to hear your father died," is totally not what your mom, the bitch says."Dead?" she says and curses away from the phone. "What does that mean, do I have to come to the funeral?" That was a couple weeks ago," you say,. I smiled inwardly at his insult but secretly felt elated. He pulled me dominantly towards him and planted a kiss on my lips. While we were joined at the mouth his other hand reached upwards and began pulling and kneading my breasts roughly. I wanted him to take me right now, I didn’t care how he did it as long as he did it. I wanted him to bend me over the counter and stick his steely flesh into my hot slippery furnace.“Chris” I whispered breathlessly “Fuck me. I want you to stick your prick.