She nosed for him for a minute, turning slightly, letting him admire her ripe curves. She hoped that her husband went hunting a lot, from now on, so she could enjoy family frolic frequently. Indian Sex Oh, no! For an awful instant, poor Dan believed that he could kiss his balls goodbye. Sure as shit, it’s a fucking bear! And I couldn’t help but notice the huge gun you’ve got hidden in your pants.”
“Errr – ahhhhh…” he babbled. This, thought Diana, had been the nicest step of all – so far, at least. Then the bushes parted. Gordon as they lurked in ambush. He had hoped for promotion, not to lose his job for losing his head. Gordon in a frenzy and, as her husband grinned happily behind the telescopic sight, using it as a high-powered peeper’s device, Dan’s steaming fuckjuice shot up into Marion’s cunt in a creamy geyser. Gordon often enough and well enough – he would soon be the managing director. It was big, all right – it was Marion Gordon and she had gigantic tits. Dan felt guilty about that. He was snared firmly and at her mercy. Dan stammered. His prick charged out and lay heavy in her palm. Diana’s cunt was plastered around his thick hilt, her
