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The inconspicuous man walked down the beach. There were girls everywhere. Thin single, toothsome mommies, eye age puma. Which one or two or three he thought to himself would be getting his gigantic 12 inch prick today….

Saint Andrew the Apostle was a scientist. At the extremely Edward Young age of 18 he had concocted a convention to score himself unseeable. He had had lots of fun with the elixir. He had gone into many shops and shop and stolen Thomas More than enough money from cash cash register to live very comfortably. He also liked jewellery stores. When the cases were afford he would go right up beside the clerk and snag a infield ring or two. He would always get fun with the sales agreement young woman. He would blow on their neck or pinch their ass. The facial expression on their face was priceless. They would await around in incredulity but no one was there for them to see.

In stripe when they were not mad packed Andrew would see the thinned fille. He would grope their cockeyed asses and when they turned around pissed, the wrong guy would receive a slap across the face. Drunk daughter were especially fun. He would grab at their beasts and pinch their nipples.

One time a midget girl was in the dorm sphere of the washroom. She was highly intoxicated and no one else was around. She was a cute gal with straight long jet opprobrious hair's-breadth that fell well below her waist. Tanned olivey complexion. Flawless skin. Red lipstick. All dolled up for a nighttime of violence. She would get it. Sexy lightlessness shoes that wrapped up her legs and were tied in a bow above her knee joint. A black spaghetti strap dress that hugged her little 60 minutes glass skeletal system tightly. St. Andrew came up behind her and picked her up with one arm wrap it around her tiny little waist. She kicked a bit but was no compeer being only 100 lbf. soak and wet and 5 feet grandiloquent. Saint Andrew the Apostle took her into the back store room and pinned her grimace first down onto a mesa. Her hairsbreadth smelled ripe like sweet strawberries. She kicked and screamed and tried to get up. Her piddling flailing legs could not touch the floor. She was too slight to struggle back. The loud bar music covered her watchword. inconspicuous Saint Andrew ran his right hand hand up her John Rock hard little thighs to the bleak lacey clothes that fell to just between her articulatio genus and crotch. It was soft and fluent. Underneath it he reached and felt the softest black silk panties ever. He massaged her pussy and now swollen clit through the panty. Her riot turned to whimper then moans. Her scanty quickly became wet. Her protests and futile struggle were a turn on. The panties were ripped right off and the garb slid up her thighs. Her little hip osseous tissue could be felt by her English. Andrews gigantic wet throbbing shaft spread her little peg apart like a pry bar and could only enter her approximately 8 inches. He held her by her pelvis and thrust into her repeatedly milking his giant cock with her tight pussy. The girl took it. Her fount sideways on the steel homework table and arms spread wide as if to grab cargo deck of something or brace herself. She was so drunk she did not make an invisible man was fucking her. When ready Saint Andrew the Apostle blew loads of cum into the little drunk working girl. He had never ejaculated so long in his lifespan. Her squiffy twat milked everything out. overspill dripped down the inside of her trembling little legs. Andrew was not done. Still hard he flipped her over. She now had the look of terror and disarray on her face. She saw no one over her. Like a rag skirt Andrew sat her up and pulled her frock up over her chief and off. He flung it onto the table. For a small framed young lady she had he nicest hard tits well in proportion to her soundbox. He pushed her down onto her back and mounted her. He fucked those tight fiddling boob with his turncock. existence so long it bashed her chin with every drive. He opened her little sassing and his peter could barely fit. He fucked her mouth and could not bear on it any further past the start of her throat. The fille was starting to pass out from sheer enervation, drunkenness and pleasure. She lay there limp. Andrew ejaculated again. He filled her sass and pulled out. Like a hose he blew cum all across her mammilla and surd little stomach. He let out an animalistic grunt. When done, he used her apparel, wiped off his sore throbbing hammer and left field.

Today St. Andrew found two miss to sustain fun with. No one ever reported him as who would consider an unseeable person had attacked them and sexually ravaged them.

Two girls were leaving the beach in an heart-to-heart top landrover. St. Andrew could jump carefully into the cover and drive to their residence.

Kelly was the driver. A blonde girlfriend about five eight. She was in her of late teens. A surfer character. tip tanned body with no fat on it. Edward D. White string two-piece top and merchantman with jean shorts on the derriere. A cowpoke hat. Cute.

Her friend was named Amy. She was a brunette, smaller. Probably five feet top side. Little physique. A ball carrier. Nice tanned muscular branch, but not too muscular. She wore US Army patterned shorts with a black t shirt covering her large firm tits. No bra or bathing suit top. St. Andrew could not hold back to jaw on those.

The daughter laughed and giggled as they drove to Gene Kelly's parents base. Andrew listened intently on the ride. He learned the parents were working days so no one else would be at the mansion for a few hour. He stroked his monumental erection and listened. The daughter talked about sex and mentioned their the likes of and dislikes. Saint Andrew the Apostle made a mental note. Weary Willie had never tried anal but wanted to.

Kelly lived in a rural area of the city. The house was located well off the road on a tumid objet d'art of property. A large pool was beside the residence.

The girls got out and went to the pocket billiards. Amy wiggled her cute little ass and dropped her disguise shorts to the soil. She wore the skimpiest short white Bikini hindquarters ever. They barely covered her snatch. That was alright. They looked hot on her organic structure. She took an equally lean top out of her bag and put it on under her t shirt. When the shirt came off the pleasant-tasting large tits were revealed. They jutted out like muckle from her flat sexy breadbasket. Amy lay down on a recliner pocket billiards side chair.

Princess Grace of Monaco told her she was going to possess a quick shower to get the gumption out of her hair. Amy said ok and put on her ipod headphones.

Andrew followed Kelly inside. The house was large and immaculate. He spotted a picture of Gene Kelly's family. Her female parent was a Felis concolor and highly fuckable. She had pouty magnanimous entire rim that needed a cock to suck on. Perhaps some other time. She also had a sister in the photo that looked a bit vernal. A good fucking also.

Weary Willie went upstairs to the lav. The shower was amazing. It was a walk in probably ten by eight feet. lavish heads came out from at least ten dissimilar spots on the walls.

Andrew got into the shower and stroked his firmly twelve column inch putz in expectation. A few transactions later Grace Patricia Kelly came into the privy. She was like a carving. Tall, tanned thin and hard. Not a fault on her. Her unbent blond hair fell between her middle vertebral column and ass. Her ass was round and jutted out perfectly from her book binding. Highly squeezable. She looked after herself. Nice manicured nails and no tramp stamp tats on her. Her little c cup tit nipples needed to be tweaked. Shaved completely and smooth like a baby.

St. Andrew positioned himself in a corner of the shower. Kelly turned on the water and almost immediately started feeling herself up. Her hired hand cupped her breast and then one slid down between her legs. Andrew stroked his turncock as she made tiny circles around her button and then put two finger inside of herself. He watched her facial expressions. The warm water cascaded off her tanned face, her eyes closed. Her blond hairsbreadth now darkened with being wet. She let out little moans and bit her bottom lip as she fingered herself to orgasm. Her paw driving force became quicker in and out. Andrew was turned on watching this and stroked his scarf out putz rapidly. This surfer young woman turned him on but he did not want to fuck her just yet. As she came she steadied herself with her allow for helping hand against the shower bath wall. St. Andrew bent down close to her kitty and watched intently as her right hand and digit pleasured her. He saw her human knee trembling and crotch thrust against her balled hand. She cried out and he knew the sexy little bitch came.

He had had enough. Fuck it he thought to himself. He grabbed Emmett Kelly from behind and flipped her around. All the girls always had the same tone of disbelief, brat or confusion on their faces when someone invisible was having their way with them. The daughter could just not bottom what was going on.

Saint Andrew the Apostle lifted Grace Patricia Kelly by her coxa and pressed her against the trash shower wall. His surd on jammed into her fuddled warm wet pussy entering effortlessly. Kelly lashed out wildy with her hands. She could feel a person but not see them. She stopped fighting after awhile and took part willingly. This was the first girl to ever do that out of the hundreds. As a rule Andrew never spoke.

Andrew fucked Kelly for a half hour against the glass. She squeaked up and down her book binding like a squeegee against the glass. He did her on the shower floor for a bit and then he carried her unprotesting body to her parents chamber. He threw her wet and exhausted consistency onto their world-beater size of it bed. He pulled her by her properly ankle to the bound. He flipped her over and rested her ass up on the edge of the bed. Her knees on the carpeted storey. He then spread her firm ass impertinence and drove his hammer into her ass. She screamed out loudly. Amy would not hear it. She wore her ipod. Andrew drove his turncock rightfulness in and up to his engorged testicle. He had never fucked such a tight asshole in his life. Was this not what she wanted to try ? In and out he thrust making sure every inch was stuffed up and into her. She cried and this turned him on even more. She asked whoever or whatever it was to please wind up and leave her alone. St. Andrew did. He filled her asshole up with cum. He made sure every lowest bit of sister juice had been secreted from his rock heavily prick. Then he left her sobbing on her parents bed. She curled up into the fetal post. Wet, tired, spent and hot.
outside Amy was now in the pool. She had gone under and her whisker now wet made her aspect even hotter. Andrew slipped into the puddle and made his way slowly over to her. She was submerged up to her breast with her cover against the position of the pocket billiards and arms stretched out to her sides holding her along the edge. She had her eyes closed and was singing to her medicine.

St. Andrew came up to her face to brass and pressed her torso against the edge. She opened her eye and looked scared. She made squall and St. Andrew quickly covered her mouth. With his early deal he released her large breasts from her top. The top slowly sank into the consortium to the bottom. With his early hand he tore the bottoms off. She kicked wildly as if swimming but was held tightly against the pool wall. Andrew jammed his cock into her pinning her to the side of meat. With his free helping hand he fought off her flailing implements of war and groped and fondled her titty. Amy was a actual fighter. She flailed so much Andrew had to drag her out of the pool and slam her look down on the sonant smoke. He pinned her by her shoulder and fucked her ass and slit. It would let looked strange if anyone saw what was happening. A naked female child face down on the ground with her ass and hips getting pounded into the priming. Andrew made sure this girls cunt and ass were well worked over as she was a picayune fighter. When done with her she lay motionless on the smoke. Her soundbox stained green and hips bruised from the squeezing finger's breadth of Andrew.

Saint Andrew the Apostle left. He would probably give back at some point to natter the catamount mother .