Sara and bestiality.
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Alarm bells must have gone off in Jennifer, somehow gaining her attention, because as the îlling heat spread through her abdomen, Jennifer Land, wife and mother let out a gurgling cry. "NnnuuugghhhhÙ ooooohhhhÙ nughÙ nughÙ ooohhhhhhhh!" Jenniferås tummy bulged from the pressure of Mayanås offering. The manås overly large testicles continued to pulse copious amounts of ropey white ïuid into the waiting receptacle by the name of Jennifer Land as from her daughter a similar cry erupted.
"Oh, God! Yes, Emily!" Gary Jameson groaned as his damn broke. Smiling down at his young lover, Jameson saw the realization spread over her lovely, ïushed face. Emily Land had not been quite as involved as her mother at the time that her lover unloaded into her. Perhaps itås a female instinct, but somehow, young Emily Land knew at that very instant that she would become a mother.
Both mother and daughter lay panting and groaning as they accepted the seeds of their respective lovers. As fate would have it, both were impregnated that afternoon. Captain Raoul Sanchez grinned wickedly, knowing very well just how virile Pablo Mayan was. The man had fathered already at least twelve children, all born to captive American mothers. One of the little girls had become his plaything until she was almost fourteen, at which time she was sold. Sanchez had always liked the "young" ladies and hoped one of the Land women would provide him with another "companion". Part of his agreement with Jameson involved the fact that Sanchez would take possession of any offspring resulting from Emily Landås initial "orientation". After that, any child she bore would become the property of the Ambassador.
Emily Land and her mother Jennifer would eventually carry full term, both women bearing healthy, young daughters. All in all a very rewarding arrangement for Captain Raoul Sanchez.
"Captain Sanchez, just who the hell do you think you are?" the blond, American woman shouted. She was red faced and outraged as she stood before the big desk. A large painting of "El Presidente" gazed impassively down at her from the far wall.
Flies buzzed in the background. A steamy tropical breeze wafted in through the grimy curtains of the ofîce of the "Comandante de Policia". "Mrs. Warner, please. Be patient with my ofîce. There is no need for harsh words or hard feelings," the Commandant said in surprisingly good English. "I apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you. If you will be patient, I assure you that all of your concerns will be dealt with." Captain Raoul Sanchez smiled up at the irate young woman standing opposite his desk.
Chet by Unknown After Johnnie and Amy leave, Chet pulls Dan aside. "Did you get any photos of Amy?" "I got some great shots, showing everything! And the best part of it is that she doesn't even know!" "Good man. I guess no other dolls are going to drop in tonight, so let's go find some. Dan has his camera, so let's go hunting. Tom, where is your find?"
Tom leads the gang of six high-scoool seniors to the alley behind Elsa's house. "She always goes to bed at nine thirty, so we are right on time. To get the best view, we need to climb into this tree. Quietly please, it took me a whole year to find a girl that doesn't pull the shades." When the six are comfortable in the tree and Dan has his camera with the big lens out, a light comes on in an upstairs room. The window is open and large. The boys can see almost the entire room and down the hall to the bathroom.
"This is a perfect spot." Elsa is looking in her dresser for something... fresh panties. She takes them and goes into the bathroom, closing the door. "Shit!" Someone shouts to Elsa from downstairs. She opens the door to answer and doesn't close it. She is nude, about to get into the shower. Click... Click... Dan photographs her.
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"With no window and good light, these are going to be great pictures!" "Shhhh!" Elsa gets into the shower and the boys wait. Finally, she comes out and dries herself. "E.R., go get your video camera." E.R. climbs down.
Elsa is facing the boys. There are so many good shots that Dan is selective now, only shooting when Elsa is in full view, top and bottom, or when she is in an unusual pose, like bending over. She lifts her foot up to the sink and works on her toenails. Dan waits until, click..., Elsa touchers her nipples and watches them grow hard. Click.
"Fuck!" "Shut up, j.B., just watch for now." Elsa puts her panties on and comes to the bedroom. She works on her hair for a long time. Dan takes a few shots. Finally, she closes her bedroom door and locks it. As she starts to pull her paities down, Chet is startled by a whirr. E.R. is back with the telescopic lens on his video camera. Elsa slowly lowers her panties and steps out of them, kicking them in a high arc onto the bed. Elsa's hands fondle herself, her nipples grow to hardness. One hand goes to her pussy. She slowly inserts a finger into herself and strokes her seat of passion. She starts to breathe hard and her hand goes faster. Finally, she uses one hand to hold herself open and the other to stroke herself. Click... click....
Dan puts in new film and continues to take shots. Finally, Elsa shudders and bites her lower lip, then throws a kiss in the direction of the boys. Elsa pulls her panties on, unlocks the door and puts her nightgown on.