‘That’d be nice,’ he murmured. ‘But I don’t know if I can . . . if we should . . .’ ‘I think we can and should, Stan. It’s been a whil.... I want what you can give me. Don’t you want what I can give you anymore?’ ‘Sure, sugar . . . but . . . where’s Paul?’ ‘He’s at his friend, Andy’s, for the night. Andy’s family is taking them down to see the lighting of the tree on the pedestrian mall. Too bad we couldn’t be down there too. We’ve rarely missed it.’ ‘Yeah, that would be nice. I’m glad Paul gets. “Mmmmm! MMMmm! Esssss!” her hands gripping his balls almost too tightly.She could feel each pulse of his rod against her throat and sense the warm semen on its way down. They were both lost in the moment, but finally she needed air and pushed him out, his last few dribbles landing on her face.Even gasping as she was, she managed to say, “God that was amazing! I can’t believe it fit and felt so good. I love your hard, thick shaft and your thick, tasty cum! What a way to start the day!“I loved it. Upstairs was a booth type area where curtains could hide the activities from passing strangers. Mandy apparently was very active and had the equipment to match which my neighbour described as hard as iron, bulbous and a cum load measured in buckets. He also expressed a desire to get home as Mandy’s load was leaking from his arse and he needed to clean up, before he fell asleep. Dropping us off between the houses we separated and as I put the key in the lock of my girlfriends’ house I heard him. .. somebody..."When she fainted, she didn't even feel her head hit the wall.Tia sat up, concern written on her face. The motion attracted Murielle's attention and she turned her head, shading her eyes from the crystal sun with one hand. "What?" she asked."I dunno," Tia confessed. "I think something might've happened to Miranda. Tony's hunting her, right?"Murielle closed her eyes for a moment, then grinned and said, "Yeah, Tony hasn't caught her yet. She's hiding in a tree, watching him. I love.