“can you cum in me Lars honey” she queried. “ready when you are” he replied so she asked him to go harder and faster. It was a very clean fu...ck and I was amazed at the force he was using to thrust into her and she was taking it so calmly. Soon the familiar guttural grunts of Lars told us he was ready to deposit a nice load of spunk up this elderly lady’s bum and so he did. It pulsed out the sides as he pumped and came at the same time and as he withdrew, the sperm rushed out and poured down. I smiled and told him I'd be right back. I pulled Kandi from the car and brought her inside with me. As soon as we reentered the hotel lobby, I said, "if you give me the room for free, I'll let you fuck her when you get off tonight" and I held Kandi's coat open. He smiled and handed me a key. I winked and said we'd see him later. In the room, I locked the door and immediately began slapping Kandiaround for being such a bad whore. I shoved her to the bed, straddled her and slapped her face. This is part 1 of a story series of the night and is a bit slow and less exciting as it sets the background necessary for the hotter stories that will follow. It still has some interesting unusual sex, however.You could cut the ice in her voice with a knife as Saanvi, the 56-year-old mother of Angard, the captain of the cricket team of Indian students studying in Melbourne Australia whom I coached, snarled, “I am here on sufferance. I don’t approve, but I can’t allow my son Angard to lose face. 357 magnum revolver in his head. He wasn’t taking any chances of letting James survive this to trouble them again.“He’s dead, thank God,” Bill pronounced James deceased, adding, “Let’s get his body out of here somewhere, pour gasoline on it, and set it ablaze. We don’t need rotting corpses around here at all, do we?”“Good idea. And as bad an apple as he was, I will still say prayers for his soul. I’m a rabbi. It’s what I do. A very quick service, but that’s for the best,” Rupert.