Meanwhile Linda busied herselftidying the shop and it was about fifteen minutes later before sheset the burglar alarm and closed the shop up for the n...ight.Linda rang the doorbell for the flat and a voice, almost a femaletype voice came on the security intercom."Yes, who is it?" It's Linda."Almost at once the door was unlocked and Linda entered the hallway.She closed the door behind her and made her way upstairs. Since ithad taken her about fifteen minutes to come in after Christina, sheexpected. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. You moan, and your hands bury themselves in my hair pulling me in even harder. I listen as your coos slowly change into moans; you are becoming more awake as your flower awakens your nerve endings. “Rubio, mi Rubio” you moan as my tongue flickers rapidly over your flower. I slip my finger into you, you are moist and I seek your spot. I reach in, using only my center finger, and feel upward. As I ease my finger upward I feel the nub of your spot. I massage it against your pelvic bone and your. ‘Wouldn’t you know how long I’ve busted my butt trying to get me one of them Vaseline jars. I ran out of my last one the night before. Woke up this morning feeling empty and cold inside my bones.’ I was reaching into a side drawer where he kept nylon bags in which to bag his Vaseline jar while he reached into his back pocket and unearthed a wallet. At that moment I looked over his shoulder and there was Death coming at him from behind like the wraith that it was. It stretched out a skeleton’s.