Now put that fucking camera down and get over here.”
“You mind if I record this momentous occasion?” he asked as he set the video camera on the dresser and moved towards the bed, stripping as he went. Japanese sex For her part, Rebbecca lay there and enjoyed the pounding. “I’ve got a better idea,” Dave said. The bra followed a moment later. Perfect!” Dave pulled his cell phone from its holder on his hip and used speed dial to call his ex-wife’s cell phone. I waved and smiled at her. “Maybe the mattress too.” He left the bedroom. Rebbecca stared after him. Dave calmly closed and locked the door, walked over to one of two bookshelves he had in his living room, opened a cabinet, pulled out the digital video camera and checked it over, making sure it had a clear memory card and charged batteries.
