His cockmeat rubbed her insides and sent waves of pleasurethroughout her body. By now the young warrioress had stopped crying andsobbing and was moani...ng. Her cries of pleasure mixing with the gruntsand mooing sounds of the bull-man. The balls of the beast were wetlyslapping against her with every thrust and her pussy was liberallyoozing feminine juices.By now the pain had almost completely stopped and only pleasureremained. A high-pitched moan escaped Cassius as an especially powerfulthrust. It was still blood red, and I rubbed some aloe on it as she lay across the bed with her panties around her ankles and her skirt over her hips."Did you give him your ass?" I asked, and she shot her head around, "Just like Melissa gave you hers," and she began to cry. It felt like you could cut the tension in the room with a knife, "It just happened Karen, it wasn't planned," and she looked at me through her teary eyes."I can understand Bob, it just happened with him too. He showed me your video. About half was taken up with Marilyn and I talking about what we did on our summer vacation, and the other half was spent listening to the latest gossip on the Clintons and the rest of the political scene. Bottom line, the Dems were vulnerable! It reminded me in a way of my first go-around, when Obama grabbed the House in 2008, but then lost it back to the Republicans in 2010. Hillary was unpopular, and anybody who had gotten into office with her, especially in traditionally Republican. My lips return to Margo’s neck, kissing across the nape as my fingers return to the dress straps resting on her arms. My lips leave a trail of soft kisses as Margo tilts her head to the side.“Aaahhh, that feels good,” she softly moans as my fingers slip the straps of her dress over her delicate hands, wrapping themselves around her slim waist.I suck her earlobe between my lips, swirling my tongue all around as I pull Margo into me. She pushes against the bulge in my trousers so that I’m nestled.