Milf licks wet pussy and fingers tight ass

A limited vocabulary of understanding, after a fashion, can be established between a sheep dog and his charges. Beeg Betty had grown a nice set of thirty sixes in a ‘D’ cup size, coupled with a thirty-four inch hip and a twenty two inch waist. Rambo stood over the stricken ewe, wondering what to do about it and thinking, serves her right, the miserable bitch. She had been practicing the Marilyn Monroe sound and pout in front of the bathroom mirror for the last hour, then planting lipstick imprints from imagined kisses to Ronan Keating. Sure she was okay as far as humans went, but the effect she had had on Gary upset his whole equilibrium. Her head popped out from between the struts with such force, that she and the dog, still locked in carnal knowledge, flew backwards at a rate, in a parabolic arc. His daughter on the other hand, had obviously been tricked into this situation and her mental condition had deteriorated as a result of it. Garry became a monk; father Gary no less, but the title was honorific in reality. Rightly or wrongly, Rambo took this to mean, carry on, that’s really nice. Stands to reason doesn’t it? Betty sobbed again and then whimpered, quite loudly, and then plaintively, she cried help! Gary and Betty had known each other since they were in nappies, but both had been away at college. BINGO!!! Betty sobbed again and then whimpered, quite loudly, and then plaintively, she cried help! The flock of belligerent, bastard sheep that were as pissed off with the rain and cold