He sawed his cock in and out of my mouth. Mr. Jeff got down with me and taught me how to relax and fully take Mr. Bill’s seven-inch cock down my thr...at. I was in boy whore heaven as I suck each cock so hard they were leaking their salty pre-cum on my lips and face. My own cock was throbbing and aching as Mr. Bill stood me up. We kissed as Mr. Jeff knelt and sucked my cock. His mouth worked slow and smooth on my cock as his finger caressed my balls and ass. I found myself pushing down as Mr.. She pulled me away and gave me those eye motions. After these many years, we have learned to communicate by just eyes and eyebrows. And I knew exactly what she wanted to do. I gave her a warm smile and a nod. She softly giggled and gave me a peck on my lips. Let me tell you about my wife. She was a hot mama. Slightly less than 5ft, she was curvaceous. She knew how to carry her 38DD on a small frame and dress for that. And she doted on our son right from the day he was born. She didn't want. "Yes baby boi, suck my dick", his hips pressing forward slightly, bringing the head of his cock close enough that my lips could reach it. My mouth opened and his head slipped between my soft lips, filling my mouth with his musky salty flavor. I used my tongue on the underside while bobbing my head back and forth in a fucking motion, exciting him more with each move and the thrussting of his hips became more powerfully insistent, demanding that my undersized throat accept his thickness, inch by. The conflict rages deep within her, tearing her mind apart. She feels the pain from the material of her panties digging deeply into her pussy, the wall scraping against her face, the graze on her knee and his erection as it presses savagely in her back. The good ferociously screams out from inside of her that she can’t do this, but the pain and his touch rouses the dark lustful part of her, entangling her emotions obscuring the line between pleasure and pain, her mind in denial, but her body.