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Would you like that?” “Are you fucking kidding me? I’d love to. I just hope it’s somewhere people won’t judge you harshly for being with me so we won’t have to hide what we are.” He pondered that for a minute before asking me, “Do you have a passport?” I shook my head, “Nope. I don’t have anything but a Social Security card.” “That’s going to be a problem, what with your age and all.” And then, after a very long period of silence, he asked me, “Gina, if you were my daughter, I could get you a passport and no one would think anything about you traveling out of the country with me.” I wasn’t sure what he was saying, “How would that work?’ “I could adopt you, if your aunt would go along with it. Would you consider that?” I was totally blown away. And then, after thinking about it for a couple of minutes, I said, “Hell, I’m sure Miss Lush would agree to anything. You haven’t had her knocking on your door asking about me, have you?” “But do you want to do it?” “As long as it won’t change anything between us, I’d love that.” “Then I’ll have my lawyer start working up the papers.” Just as I’d predicted, Aunt Lush didn’t hesitate signing the papers. She was glad to be rid of me. Of course, Child Protective Services had visited my aunt’s home and Paul’s. They agreed that I’d be better off with him. So, I soon became Gina Pearson, Paul’s adopted daughter. The Dominican Republic was great. Not only were the beaches “tops optional”, but the place was very European. The food was bland, armenian but no one raised so much as an eyebrow at seeing an older man with a young girl. We didn’t have to hide that we were a couple, and we took full advantage of that. I stayed totally naked on the patio of our bungalow, and we left the sliding door and curtains open when we were in the bed fucking. We always kept a small light on inside, so we were sure anyone walking down the path on their way to and from the beach would have a clear view of what we were doing. We both got a big kick out of that. Women weren’t really supposed to go topless into the beach-side bars and restaurants, but I did anyway. No one ever complained. One time, while we were on the patio and I was giving Paul a blowjob, a couple who were walking by started up a conversation with Paul. Obviously they couldn’t see me armenian girl because of the short wall which surrounded the patio. It wasn’t until they walked closer to introduce themselves that they saw my head bobbing up and down in Paul’s lap. It took every bit of restraint I could muster not to laugh, but I managed. As it turned out, they were from the Dallas area too. The next afternoon, while Paul and I were Sexy Armenian lounging in beach chairs working on our tans, that same couple appeared. After hellos were exchanged, the man shut up and the woman did all the talking. “Please pardon me for being so bold, but you should know that Carl and I were walking past your bungalow the other night and saw you two having sex on the bed. We watched for a bit and got so turned on, we had to go back to our bungalow and get it on. Now, we’re not swingers at all, but we do enjoy having sex in the same room as another couple. We like watching and being watched. Would you two be interested in doing something like that?” They were probably in their thirties. Carl was very muscular and a bit handsome. Linda was hot. She had a very toned body and her tits were at least DD cups. It was an expression he recognized armenian well, seen before on the faces of hundreds of women like her. My pussy was already drenched. Antoine had been hesitant Sexy Armenian to accept coach Harrison's offer, especially after finding the gruesome picture. When I forced myself to look at Jim, he was pulling his shorts and underwear down. “Mmm, it tastes good,” Eileen commented. Donny answered. I continued grinding my manhood against her, loving the look on the girls’ faces as they stared at the purple head appearing from between Neija’s smooth thighs and then receding like a wave. Pulling her tail through her skirt, I grope at the little cotton ball. I tugged the tie point of her skirt over to the front of her leg. She shakes her head yes. "I'm mean, aside from killing someone or robbing a bank," she said jokingly and saw I was not amused. My fingers armenian girl dipped between my cheeks to start soaping up when a strange hand gripped my wrist. I said “Well you can do that any time you want.” She looked at me and smiled and said “What if I want to do other things?” That made me smile thinking of fucking her again, and this time taking my time. It was the best. My eyes opened by Sven.


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Jason was in sobbing hysterics as he watched his beloved wife die struggling on the gallows. Suddenly her toes pointed and her feet crossed slightly, locking together one over the other as she stretched her legs to their limit, then releasing their tension, stretching, releasing, over and over again in that lovely, erotic motion she had always used to reach climax, sometimes without even touching herself. Jessica was in another dimension as she stretched her legs over and over. The tampons were Rubbing Her Beaver stimulating her by their rubbing friction. Her entire body stiffened as her feet came together in a stiff point. She could feel wave after wave course through her. For that brief moment, nothing mattered, she was transported and could only feel the massive burst of pleasure. She arched her body and twisted her head up. The crowd saw her wracked with spasms as her legs stretched, toes stiffly pointed. Jessica hung quietly with just a few spasmodic movements. As the wave passed from her, she pointed her toes again, and then her tortured body began to relax. Death was approaching to claim Jessica. Her movement was becoming a reflex spasm of dying nerves. The crowd heard Jessica moan as she forced air past her own crushed throat. The force of the orgasm pushed the remaining air from her lungs. Jessica bucked and writhed in a massive release as her pleasure center began to give her its final energy. Jason watched her shake like a leaf in the wind. Jessica’s body Eager Beaver gave a massive spasm and she writhed and squirmed on the rope again. Her dying nervous system was firing its last burst of energy. As the noose tightened slowly, inexorably, her windpipe inevitably closed off completely, throttling her to complete silence. The inevitable specter of death was also closing in on Jessica. Her eyes were closed to slits and her tongue came out between her lips. The crowd could see her diaphragm contracting as her stomach compressed her abdomen. Jessica’s body was using its last resources to get life giving air. Her knees jerked up gracelessly to the sides several times, hiking her tight skirt and exposing the soaked sanitary napkin. Her legs jigged dementedly, and then reached toward the ground, toes pointed longingly. Her stocking feet crossed over each other again and some spectators heard the whisper of her stockings as her feet crossed and uncrossed. Jason wrenched desperately at his captors. His sanity was at the breaking point, stretched to the limit by his horror over his wife's torture and his own unwelcome but uncontrollable lust. To his self-disgust, his erection had not subsided at all. As her dance turned obscene, he had gotten harder, painfully so, as he watched her beautiful dancer's body capering maniacally like a marionette, strings pulled by a sadistic demon. He heard a woman moan behind him. "If only she wouldn't kick so,” she mused as Jessica continued to writhe and thrash and jerk. An eternity passed. Death was winning the race with arousal. What remained of Jessica Collins no longer cared about arousal; the diminished awareness in her dying brain was seeking release from the struggle. She was nearly still now, her body twitching slightly, her stocking feet languidly straying about, weakly kicking, toes twitching slightly when Jason was suddenly released. Jessica looked dead; she was hanging there very still. Occasionally, her feet would twitch. Then she began to kick very weakly, her toes pointed then relaxed a few times. Jason stared up at the hanging body, feeling as if he was in a nightmare. Jessica’s face was terrible, a travesty of its former loveliness; congested, purple, eyes Old Horny Beavers slitted and staring hopelessly, swollen tongue beginning to protrude obscenely. His gorge rose at the sight of the noose, the thick rope almost completely embedded in the flesh of her slender throat, her head forced askew by the knot, which had worked its way under the corner of her jaw. Her cheeks were wet with tears; the poignancy made his breath catch. The position of the heavy rope and the very tight fit allowed for no blood flow to the brain so Jessica was no longer aware of her situation. Her brain was dying from a lack of circulation. At some level of awareness, the very little bit that remained of Jessica knew that her body was near death and that remaining piece of her soul was looking for that peace and darkness. She gasped loudly. Her pussy squirts copiously all over Dev. "All the better to help you rest, I say. They had been lightly observant of us together and totally were on board with us to marry. Now Sarah was a different story as she saw June walking with a little swing in her hips and a real glint in her eyes. “Ugh, fuck I’m going to cum!” I yelled and released what felt like gallons of cum into this mans mouth and throat. “The best fruit cocktail I’ve ever had, passion fruit juice and Laura juice.” Turning to Sheila I stated, "I think we need to get going if we are going to get anything done." It was harder then he could ever remember. It’s Pristine Valley,” Fontane Eager Beaver laughed. Trevor examined Coach's body with his hands as well Rubbing Her Beaver as his eyes. While I was still fucking her pussy, I wet my finger with the oil in her crack, and pushed my lubed finger into her tight, puckered asshole. “Do it!” I frantically jump, hop, and strain using my arms and legs to try to escape the saddle, desperately not wanting to cum in front of the entire bar. I gasped and bucked. 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