I could finally see her pussy very clearly now as Angela made her way over to her waiting meal. Lori's bush was cropped close, but she had left a neat...triangle of fine black hair above her lips. Below that triangle she was shaved completely smooth. Her pussy lips were fine and gaped slightly showing an inviting pink wetness between them. Now Angela was kneeling in front of Lori, waiting for instructions. She might as well have not bothered licking my dick and balls clean, because the precum was. Rather than prime my penis for pussy penetration, Dayna seemed hell-bent on getting me to blast my balls’ worth of built-up cum into the bottom of her belly. But she cradled my nut sack in her fingertips, and just when I felt my testicles tighten, she felt it too and quickly backed off.“Ungh,” I groaned in initial disappointment, denied so close to exquisite ejaculatory ecstasy. But a moment later, I felt relieved to have not caused a premature break in the action, and I pulled away from. Perhaps God in His wisdom blessed Murphy and said, “I made you to fuck, to be attached to a cock, many cocks. You are for man’s pleasure and for you to take pleasure in doing that well.” Perhaps God had a woody the day she was conceived. A shrink might wish to write a white paper on Murphy. He might divine a Freudian basis for her proclivities. Perhaps he’d wax philosophical on her rebellion against a repressive, chastising, hypocritical Catholicity where girls having ‘impure’ thoughts were. He had on a pair of those stylish sweats and a white t-shirt that hugged his upper body. He looked familiar, but Sonja couldn’t place him. After glancing at him over the next 5 minutes, it finally dawned on her. He was Bryce’s dad from her son’s school. Everyone knew Bryce. Bryce is the star forward on the school basketball team. All the girls have a crush on him. Sonja can see where he gets his looks. He is a dead ringer for his dad. Yeah, dad has a little bit of that middle aged spread, but.