"L: "So, how was your weekend?"R: "Ya wouldn't believe it. Remember Friday night? We were talking on the phone and someone was at the door?"L: "Yeah, ...eah, so who was it? Tell me it was Mel Gibson."R: "Ha, ha, ha, very funny. No it wasn't Mel, he came by this morning."L: "Oh get real. Who was it?"R: "It was Brenda."L: "No shit?" Brenda huh? Deja vu or something huh?"R: "Yeah, kinda, sort of. And guess who was down stairs waiting in a new Lexus convertible?"L: "The younger one, what's her. I managed to start the head end of my cock in the right place, but Ann's pussy was so tight that I could slip no farther. "Jesse, what's wrong. Why aren't you pushing into my hole?" I don't know what the problem is. Your pussy hole is so small that I can't push my way in like I did for Martha. Martha, do you have a suggestion?" Yeah, I think that it is a question of experience. My fuck-hole has been used so much over the last 18 years that I have gotten a lot looser than I was when I started. I. Within five seconds I had a goal and Jen was giving me an evil smirk. "Don't worry," I said. "I'll be gentle." I scored three more quick goals and Jen was starting to look nervous. "No backing out now," I warned. "I know, I know." After the next goal, the smile was gone from her face. She anxiously sipped down the remainder of her beer before concentrating back on the game. "That's it," I joked. "The more you drink, the better it will feel." You still have five more to go asshole," she. This lad fucked for England. Hard, fast and deep. His balls slapping mine as he made me take every inch inside me. I felt his hand wrap around my cock and he wanked me as he owned my hole.Grunting a few times, his hips thrust in harder and harder and I knew he was close. A minute later, he slowed down and I knew he was emptying his balls inside me. Whitout warning, he pulled out completely. I looked back and the other guy was walking forward. His cock was about the same size, but circumsised..