Closing my hand in a duck-bill shape I slid all of my fingers and thumb into her cunt up to my knuckles. She positioned herself waiting for the onslaught of my fist sliding into her hole. “Yes, yes do it! Please fist me – please! I want it shove it in there!” she pleaded. “Can you take it? Are you a good enough slut?” I asked.
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Still feeling down about my divorce I decided to go out with the boys to one of our local clubs to watch a band and have a drink.
Beers were plentiful and I was feeling the effects.
Alan decided it was pizza time and this Italian club made the best wood fired pizza around. I offered to buy the food. I got to the counter, ordered our 4 pizzas and took the buzzer that let’s you know they are ready.
I heard a familiar voice behind me say
