He handed it to me and I held it so that Margie could also look at it. XXX “Isn’t the internet great for getting information on all sorts of things,” he casually continued, turning the conversation onto the news, general interest items, music, etc, that could be accessed. “No, only a bit of talk that’s all,” I replied as I helped Margie onto the bed and lifted her knees and spread her legs. Margie gave what was half a gasp and half a moan of delight, but couldn’t bring herself to look at either of us. “See the body of Christ entering your whore’s cunt,” David told my wife as he eased the crucifix further forward and the sculpted figure on the cross began to disappear between her cunt lips and into her fuck-pit.
