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  • “Her fell in pond,” I said as her said, “I spilled my drink.” “Likely story,” Bob said knowingly, “You didn’t waste much time.” “We had a connection,” I explained. “That’s one name for it,” Bob agreed. “No Lad, we have like a shared,” I grasped for the right word. “He tried to ravish me and for my sins I did not resist,” Lady Rochester admitted. “Oh Mama, was it lovely like Bob and I?” she asked naively. “Yes darling, it was lovely, if a tiny bit uncomfortable as we used an armchair.” Lady Rochester admitted. “Ah well we’ll use the big bed in master bedroom next time,” I agreed, “And maybe stables the time after.” Lady Rochester smiled shyly. “You randy old sod,” Bob laughed “Yes well I ain’t dead yet,” I challenged. “No there is plenty of life left in him, I can attest to that.” Lady Rochester admitted. Bob cumshot and Miss R went off somewhere and we was alone again. “Can I kiss thee?” I asked. “I am surprised you ask, you ravished me without permission,” she retorted. “Well just trying to be polite,” I replied. “In that case you may,” she agreed, “Does the forgoing mean we are to be engaged to be married?” “Bugger engaged I reckon we should just tell folk we’re wed, like common folk do,” I suggested. “Yes, it might be awkward,” she agreed, “But perhaps just a quiet wedding in the chapel in the village?” “Fair enough,” I agreed, “Three weeks for Banns so does three weeks this Sunday suit thee?” He sat at the bar, smoking a cigarette and japanese drinking the terrible excuse for scotch the bartender brunette had served him. He was on his fourth, but who was counting. He looked down the bar at the skinny little emo chick asian that was giving him the eye and thought to himself that she might be fun for a night or three and wondered if she just liked older guys like him because of his experience or if she had daddy issues. He signaled the bartender and sent the girl another of whatever it was she was drinking and as the bartender ass placed the drink in front of her, he got up and headed towards the door. As he drew even with her, he bent down and whispered to her in a husky voice, “If you’d like the fuck of your young life, be on the back of my bike in five minutes.”, causing her to choke on her drink a little as she watched him walk out the cliché swinging batwing doors of the bar. Wolf was looking at his watch for the 5 minutes to pass and cracked a small smile as she dashed out of the bar in less than three minutes. She must have guzzled that drink he bought her, he thought as he handed her the spare skullcap helmet he always carried. He helped amateur her strap it on then waited for her to climb on his Indian Chieftain Darkhorse, he watched as she hiked up her tight little skirt nearly to her hips, exposing the thong covering her sex as she mounted and took her seat, wrapping her arms tight around him. He pushed the starter on the handle then gunned the engine several times, feeling her shiver against him as the vibrations from the engine ran up into what he hoped was a very tight, little pussy. “Best vibrator in the world.”, he thought with a smirk as he pulled away from the curb and gunned it, quickly getting the bike to over 60 mph on the local street and aiming in the direction of his motel. There were thirty of them, all amateur female, all walking in step with the elf as if they were a single being. She moaned and wiggled her ass in her sleep as he rubbed his cock on her pussy lining it up with her wet pussy hole. I felt his abs rub up japanese against my stomach, rock hard and probably as toned as his tan! “Holy shit...” I could hear him whisper as I kept going lower and lower. She took a step forward and slid a hand around his waist, pulling him into a gentle embrace. “he knows how how to eat pussy to”, she replied I suspected she was putting up safeguards for us, in her own way. For Bethany, the terror was faceless. I was sailing on a sea of hormones; my cock was massive and hard, I asked her hopefully “Put what in you, the plastic or me?” She smiled to herself as she wiped the sweat from her brow before tilting her wide-brimmed straw cowboy hat down to shield her green eyes from the sun. Some of Jayden’s clients sensed what was going on. I think if we do it in less than 10 minutes, the file will save ass with no problem. "I don't think I've ever gotten a yowee before," he said to no one in particular as the second struck bottom. Although it was a thoughtful construction, now they were covered by bricks, turned into windows to another wall, I wouldn't know if on purpose brunette or if it just happened that they covered them up with stone on the outside when they expanded this wing asian of the castle. cumshot “Nothing's going to happen. You tell them they better answer when I call or they’ll regret it, you understand me?” Unable to answer, Grace nodded her head. Mrs. Fattorusso‘s ass was right in my face as she leaned.