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R back so that rape picture was resting against my naked hairy chest with her legs widely splayed and her cunt-slit clasping my thick prick. I kissed the soft skin of her slender neck, put both arms round her under hers on to her breasts and began to thoroughly feel her while she recovered. She quietly sobbed and I knew how ashamed and guilty such a well brought-up girl must be feeling. She would be even more ashamed, I thought, if it hadn't been for Daddy! "I wish you'd leave us alone," Debbie muttered looking as though he was about to cry as I fondled his young wife while he watched. "Shut up, Debb.
Ie and keep watching us. You two were engaged for three years. If you had been any sort of man you would have been fucking Susan all that time. You gave up the chance so you can just watch me now." Susan was lying back against me, submitting reluctantly to my caresses, and quietly weeping. I put my hand to her face and moistened my finger with the tears from her soft cheek and put it back between her thighs on to her stiff litt.
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Le clitoris, beginning to work her up again. It did not take long. Her splayed thighs began to tremble, her flush deepened and she came again in an even more shattering orgasm. "Oh, Derek, please help me," she sobbed as I pulled her against me feeling her breasts more firmly. I glanced at him. "Well, Debbie, you heard your wife." "I'm sorry Susan," he sobbed in a broken breathy voice, "I would help you if I could but there is nothing I can do." "That's a sensible girl," I smiled. A tear ran down Debbie's cheek while Susan sobbed loudly impaled on my thick prick. I carried on gently feeling her and moving.
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My prick slightly in her wet cunt (into which I had not yet come this evening) and whispered in her ear through her soft hair. "You are beginning to smell, Susan darling, after all your orgasms." She sobbed harder and blushed deeply, agitating my prick beautifully. "Your sweat has made a mess of your pretty clothes as well. Go upstairs, have a nice.
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Shower, wash and dry your hair and put on a nice clean nightie. If you want to take a cup of coffee you can." She nodded gratefully. I looked at Debbie. "Pour Susan some coffee, there's a good girl, then come back here and sit down," I ordered. He flushed and looked angrily at me but complied. I pushed Susan up off my thick erect prick and she went and picked up her coffee. "We will be down here a bit longer Susan. When you are ready just lie on the bed and watch TV until we come." She picked up her coffee in a trembling hand and went upstairs. I looked calculatingly at Debbie who looked back warily. "Do you remember last night I told you to watch Susan sucking me off because rape picture would be doing it soon? Well I hope you took notice, because this is the time to prove it." He looked.
Aghast and disbelieving. "You can't make me do that. I won't. It is what queers do." I just smiled. "It is what proper girls do for their men," I said firmly, "you have seen Susan do it, now start licking my prick and balls." He shuddered and shrank away from me beginning to cry. "I just can't," he sobbed. "Oh, I think you can, Debbie darling," I said, putting one hand round his shoulders and moving his face towards my sweaty groin. Even now he tried to pull back as he sme.
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Lt the male tang of my sweat. "I don't want to have to slap you," I warned. I felt his breath on my balls and the softness of his tongue as he began to lick me. I put my hand on his soft blonde-streaked hair and pressed his head into my groin. "Lick me harder," I commanded harshly, "go all over my prick.
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And balls." I relaxed back, enjoying the sensation while the shamed young husband cleaned up my sweaty balls and stiff prick with his reluctant tongue. I noticed that he was carefully avoiding the threatening swell of my knobhead. "Time to put a stop to this, "I thought. "Debbie," I said gently. He looked up at me, clearly hoping that I was going to let him stop. He should be so lucky! "You have cleaned up my sw.
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