I made small talk with her and asked how her night had gone. She wasn't really replying. Just short answers. I was starting to get suspicious. Ok, ma...ybe she was just badly hung-over but this was beginning to look like something more. Had she had a falling out with some of her friends? Well I didn't press the situation. She went back to bed after getting her coffee. I started to tidy up a bit and got the washing together. I picked up her dress and panties from the night before. It was then I. Marathon promised all three. The house was erected on built up land, making it about nine feet above sea level, and the first floor was all concrete, which allowed for storm surges. Anything of value was in the upper floor, accessed by ramp and elevator, as well as stairs.I booked an appointment to see the house in three days, and book an appointment to see a G-650 in two days. It was owned by a middle-eastern oil magnate, who was trading up, and instead of seventy million, I could have it. Brian got behind his wife again and he wasted no time,he positioned his cock at Giovanna’s little anal rosebudand then drove himself to the hilt in her, using noother lube than some blood that had dripped down intoher crack. As expected the sub screamed in agony as shewas impaled on the large cock.This had also been Brian’s intention, he wanted to hearher scream just a little bit more and standing therewith his manhood buried deep in his wife’s ass as bloodflowed from her. She then playfully cupped both her young, tight breasts in her hands and jiggled them at Bjorn and said to him as he was leaving, “Just you wait. Every young girl out there is going to be asking ‘favours’ of you when you get further on down the street and you are going to see some very lovely young girls indeed all waving their own little titties at you.”Just as Bjorn was heading away from Olivia Jessie turned around and caught the trail end of Olivia’s little breast waving gesture ... very bad.