” “I got carried away tonight, yes, but I didn’t cross the big line, honest!”“OK, but you did want to fuck him, didn’t you?”“Uh, yeah..., I guess so, but I didn’t, honest you have to believe me!” Diana began to sob again and it sounded like it could turn into a honest cry session. John took her in his arms and held her tight!“It’s ok, I believe you and I thank you for telling me the whole story.” “I really appreciate that.” “Do you still love me?”“Yes, of course I still love you. I could. . fuck my ass……..” Joe was having a dream come true by fucking her ass, all the years of wanting to he was now having it. He was slamming into her ass and the smacking sounds filled the room when his balls hit her as cheeks. He grabbed her hips and was pounding her as she yelled for more. Another man sat in front of her, grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to his cock. Her eyes opened to look at him as her mouth closed over his cock. Her muffled moans and groans was loudly heard by all and. He went up to his knees to look at me.“You are bald, ... and your pussy is as fresh as I hoped it might be, I’ll bet you’re tight.” He said as he put his hand around his cock.“I hope this fits.” The same thought ran through my mind. I had jerked off guys before and the head was usually like a dollop of ice cream on top of the “cone” of my hand. When I held his in the kitchen, there was a good inch, and more, added in between my fist and the head.I only had actual fucking sex about 6 times,. I order him to put his hands up. He does it. I’m followed by six officers as I approach the suspect. It’s overkill, and I know it. These are no doubt as dirty as I was, these cops. These blood collectors. One of them’Branson’clubs him over the back of his neck, and they start going to work on him. By the time I can get a word to order the halt, he’s pretty tender. They drag him, and stow him into the back of my car, bruised, and bleeding. His hands are purple because the cuffs are too tight..