arnoldlane84

It was a typical day in the April of 1984, and Kelly-Anne was headed to the store for her usual Tuesday stock-up. The rain was teaming down, as it normally does here - it's not called the White Isle for nothing - and the buttons on her coat were straining. Why did he have to be overdue? And where was her husband when she needed him? She felt unbelievably horny, and wanted to try once more to break her waters with his hard shaft. Just once more...