You can tell he's getting worked up. you feel a pressure between your cheeks, and then pushing at your arse. You feel him slide slowly inside you, fir...stly his head, then his shaft, inch by inch.you push back into him, just wanting him inside you.Finally, after what seems forever, you feel his balls press your pussy."Take me, fuck me hard, make me scream!" you pant.Steve slowly draws back, and forward, as though testing something. He slides out a bit, and holds there. you are about to push back. . that she was doing something good for other people. If nothing else, it would use up some of the time she couldn't figure out what to do with.So. She could get a new place to live. She could find some worthy cause to volunteer some of her time to. Maybe something involving running. Those things would give her a framework upon which to build her new life.Now the only problem she had was ... what to do about Chad.Thursday, October the first, felt like things were back to normal for Claire. Work. I had had enough of this bratty cunt. I reached into my pocket for my phone, and keeping the pistol leveled to her head, started dialing."No, please don't call the cops, I'll do anything you want!" Her attitude suddenly change to a pleading, frightened girl with wide scared eyes,I liked this better. "Anything?" I asked."Anything," she said in a hushed voice.The thoughts racing through my head combined with seeing here heaving tits made my cock spring up like a switchblade. She noticed my. Ed and I married when I was twenty-four years old, and the first few years we sucked and fucked at least five times a week. But after a few years of marriage, we settled into the once or twice per week routine mentioned above. There were also some other changes and Ed started encouraging me to wear revealing clothes in public, and we started fantasizing about other men fucking me, but at the time neither one of us had any intention of that ever happening.He really loves and enjoys sucking my.