She rarely had friends around, and he had never seen her with a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend for that matter. The last time he had fucked her Grandmother was only two weeks before her death. The old bird knew she was dying, but still wanted cock. He smiled at the memory. She told him that Misty was a virgin, and she hoped that it would be he that fucked her into the real world. He knew that she loved her Granddaughter dearly, but by God she was a dirty fucked up bitch. Just the way he liked them. He heard footsteps above japanese his head, and knew that Misty was on tits her way to work. He had originally taken to waiting outside his front door when she left, because looking directly above his head, he could see through the holes in the grating. If she was wearing a skirt, he would more often than not, be treated to a flash of white panty. But these days she tended to wear trousers or jeans, so he figured he`d been rumbled. Looking out of his dining room window he watched as she made her tit fuck way to her car. What a fantastic piece of cunt, he thought to himself. But a piece like that wasn`t going to stay cherry for long. He had to press on with his plan. Peter Hopkins hadn`t been a practicing Satanist for many years, but even when he was, he was only in it for the sex and the drugs. Most of it was rubbish of course, utter crap. But as he rose within the ranks, he had been instructed in various rituals that had been of great benefit to him. Things that only those who attained the very highest rankings got to know about. The first of these was the knowledge of how to supercharge his big libido. Even at eighty years old, his sexual stamina was way in excess of even the most hormonal teenage boy, and his thick, ten-and-a-half-inch erection, remained as stiff and hard as oral it had ever been. Then of course, was his spunk. It was copious to say the least, being in much greater volume than the average male could ever hope to produce. The second, was how to fuck any woman he wanted. Once they had tasted his `special mixture` they simply couldn`t say no. And it was this mixture that he was about to prepare and feed, to poor unsuspecting Misty. Removing his clothes, he took a wooden bowl from the kitchen and placed it on the table. Taking his cock in hand, he closed his eyes and began a slow stroking motion, quickly bringing the long flaccid organ to full erection. He fantasised about Misty while he did this. This was a very important part of the ritual. At the moment of orgasm, he had to be thinking of the woman he wanted to seduce. This wasn`t hard. He pictured her naked, riding his thick cock. Pushing her tits into his face, urging her swollen nipples into his mouth. His hand moved faster, flashing up and down his cock, groaning loudly as the crisis approached. He aimed the head of his cock into the bowl and a moment later, a steady stream of spunk began running into the bowl. It was thin and weak, the consistency of piss, but this was how it started. A pause, then "This is very awkward for me, so the only way is to come right out with it." The same two wood stoves with heated water were still in the same place in the hallway, though. Just imagine how much they leave on the table with this idiot.” She now started to kiss his chest lovingly. My goblins fight the rat-men as they step off the bridge. As I was pissing, and enjoying my buzz, I looked around the stall and noticed a glory hole cut into the wall. "My goodness. If he thought the visions were bad, he couldn’t put into words how unbearable this was... but he also couldn’t deny the fact that if he wasn’t frozen, he’d have an erection. Just...surprise me, I guess.” “I can't stop thinking about your... your futa-cock. “Thank you, Sir. I seemed to be mesmerized at her outward desire for their cocks. She added. “We're going to have so much fun with your brother and all his sex slaves!” I big could japanese feel the anger welling in my chest as I thought about her, feel my cock start to swell again at the thought of hearing her scream like that. “I'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I nodded desperately. Her body felt warmer inside and out. They wouldn't grow larger with her pregnancy. Please! All I’ll say...is that we don’t want to attract ANY kind of unwanted outsiders to this tits party. “Aren't you afraid someone will mistake you for a boy?” my wife asked as she headed to the table wearing a light dress with a scoop neckline. I leaned down and smelled the spicy musk of Grandma's pussy mixed with the salty scent of cum. The second time wasn't any better, or the third. Her already bruised legs became redder and redder. Finally I freed my raging hard on and jerked it hard and fast. "So this is what it's like!" she moaned oral from deep in her crap, the words forced out of her by the belly-busting force of tit fuck Mark Moller's long cock. Deanne admired the tone of her body with the odd few strange scars here and there and the soft sheen of her glowing skin.