Who the hell is Ken Sanders?’ ‘A friend, just a friend.’ She was scared to death as the words came out of her mouth. ‘Did you have sex with hi...?’ ‘Yes. Yes, I had sex with him.’ ‘Did you have sex with him last night?’ ‘Yes. Yes, I did. Stop this John. Please, stop this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Just stop, please.’ She was standing by the sink, bawling like crazy. I got a cup from the cabinet and poured myself a fresh coffee. As I started to sit down, Janet’s cell phone rang. Her eyes darted from. That was a great picture. That fat guys hand in that poor little sluts ass, her skirt wet and dirty and lifted up to her hip. And then those perky tits under the top, wet of all that gag and cum and her totally destrosed face with black mascara lines and cum all over her so beautifully prepared face. And in her mouth pieces of toilet paper. A picture you'll never forget. And she moaned like a whore that never gets enough. She pissed as the fat guy fucks her hole like a jackhammer. He ploped his. More

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