Melissa Lauren - Fuck me Naomi

"This that cunt Saville's gaff?" I asked. "Who wanstay no?" this cunt says "Does yer mate speak english?" Martha says. "Ah ham speaking Fuckninglish," the cunt says, "Ye stupit tard!" "Thought you cunts wore skirts?" Al said drunkenly, "Wassa difference between a Scotsman and a tranny?" "I don't know?" I says. "Neither do I!" says Al as if it was the funniest thing since Nick Clegg and he just about pissed his self laughing. Luckily the battery was up for starting the cunt or the fucking Glencoe massacre would have had a couple or more cunts added, like me and Al but we fucked off a Hardcore bit smartish down towards the sea, Kinlock-fucking-leven, or is it Fuckinloch leven, we couldn't figure it out and then as tghe dawn broke over the mountains flooding the sea lock with its golden glow, good eh, nicked that form a book in the library we rolled into Fort William. Now Fort William is the sort of shithole that makes Weatherfield look like a town, one fucking solitary shopping street stuffed with overpriced tat shops and everywhere the sound of tortured cats which they think is music being played on the bagpipes. We still had Forbsie's cash so we went to a B and B to get a straight bed for the day. A miserable old anal jock was noshing on kippers and haggis. "Morning squire," I says, "Need a bed for the day." "Get that pile of scrap metal off of my driveway this instant!" the miserable old jock said as he stood up and you could see he wore a bloody skirt and had knobbly knees. "Look grand dad," I says, "We been fucking travelling all night, I'm shagged out and very near sobered up so I need a kip and skinfull before I heads home savvy?" "Don't you come the sassenach with me," he said, "Perverts the lot of ye." "You're the one in the fucking skirt love," I reminded him. "Yon Saville, pervert!" he said, "You're all the same!" "We come to paint Pedo on his gaff," I said, "Wanted to dig the cunt up so as we could fucking hang him from a fucking lamp post as a warning to others." I said. "You wouldn't be yon Allthwaite would ye?" the jock asked. "The same," I says. "Then ye'll be needing a Fucking room for a week," he says, "There's a powerful need for teaching Sassenach pedophiles they're no safe in Lochaber. "We ought to be getting back," I says. "Moira," he shouts, "We've Mr Allthwaite here, come to help us." This scotswoman appears, Christ what a woman, half fucking sumo wrestler half Caber tosser and all of about nineteen. "Ye'll be needing a bed?" she declares. "Yeah," Al agrees. "Nay problem, ye can share mine!" she says. "Wabbout me?" says Martha? "I think I group can find room," Old Jock says greedily gazing at Martha's tits. During mating, the two dogs were locked together so the bitch couldn't get away effectively forcing her to accept the male dog's semen. I sorted the stuff we needed and loaded the few bits into the Landrover. There was a boy in Hardcore class who told me I was pretty but we were in school and it was just a remark and here I was on a couch almost naked and her Dad with his arm around me, his fingers on my arm, smoothing it...back and forth...he handed me a drink and I looked up at him. The only bad thing was that the young woman had no idea who she was. Jon was hungry so we put out vests on (Vicky her T-shirt) and we went to the beach bar. “You’ve been through a lot, the death of your parents, the lost of your sister. I promise," he group said getting more aroused at the prospects and the fact that his 16-year-old daughter was spilling the beans to him. Then the underside as she releases one hand and Fucking scratches my balls. Making an old man bargain like that with an 18 year old." “The first time I saw Jack’s penis I couldn’t believe it was real. The lust and raw desire she saw in the teachers eyes made Ronja shiver with eagerness. She ground her buttocks back against the cock which was still pumping her anus full of jism, her nipples almost painfully hard, as she felt her cunt convulsing. He's waiting for us to drop.” She tried to breath anal slow and straight deep. She had forgotten how good it was to have a man get her off instead of doing it herself. I asked. Arthur frowned. I gulped down his cum while Mommy sucked on my clit. “Oh, I’m so sorry” Jess said, still sounding genuine, “It was my fault, I took too long with my make up.” Again, not a hint of deception or deceit. They devoured me while I squirmed and groaned. Dan said he had stuff to get on with at home and left me and Pete playing computer games for the rest of the day.