"Hmm. Thought so. Anyway, still no luck with Jesus. Could be that things got hot. For now, we wait." Run, wait, run, wait. There's not grey between th...m these days." Life's a bitch, Gene." She approached him, knelt, ran her fingers under his nose. The scent of her pussy soaked into Gene's senses. "You know you love that."He pushed her hand away, but it was with less firmness than he'd intended, the arousing odors keeping his cock hard. Holly giggled, looked down, held her fingers under Nerea's. ...Light brown skin, of some almost Indian decent, like maybe Pakistani. She was impossible to miss if you weren't lost in culinary tree dreams. Light brown delicate complexion, deep brown eyes & a dark brown bob of hair framing her eyes, jaw and lips. She was doll-sized, but her presence wasn't plastic. It was quite definitely on some display though. She wore a dark designer dappled cotton t-shirt with some artful rips showing both skin and the fabric of her bra. Her breasts were hardly. But it was her personality and sense of humor that I had come to regard as her best feature. She not only loved to play jokes on me; she was a great sport on the rare occasions I put one over on her. She was almost always pleasant and positive. Our daughters had either inherited or acquired that from her. They were both popular, responsible, young beauties that made me proud as hell.Debbie interrupted my thoughts when she returned to the table. I assisted her into her seat. As she sat down, she. Afterwards I undid her pants but this time she was wearing her panties. I removed them(almost tore them). "Fuck! Do it softly!" she cried. "Sorry, you sexy piece of shit! You wanted it hard" was my reply. I removed my clothes and my cock was harder than ever. "What a wonderful cock!" she said with a smile. I grabbed her hair and brought her head close to my cock. "No! No! Please don't fuck me orally, please! My husbhand had never did that" she begged me. "It is always nice to oral fuck a (oral).