He pulled his fingers from Marty with a plop, added more lube, and then greased up his cock before moving back to his knees as he positioned himself b...ck at Marty's entrance. He rested his hand lightly on Marty's back as he flicked his hips forward burying half his cock up his ass."Oooohhhh..." Marty groaned as he felt Jerome fill him. There was a bit of pain this time, but mainly he just felt full. "So good." He buried his face in the pillow as he pushed backwards.Jerome watched as Marty. They were heavy and her fingers strained to keep them up without any support. Jenny winced with pain. Claire let go of the nipples and watched the boobs bounce like jelly.“You’re gonna be sorry,” Claire barked. “If there’s an accident downstairs because you overslept, you’re gonna clean it up with nothing but your tongue!” Jenny shuddered, picturing the scenario in her mind. Claire smiled inwardly — enjoying the girl’s discomfort. She rose to her knees, rolled off Jenny’s body and plopped on to. At a point about half away through I felt her tense beside me. On the screen the husband best friend was fucking the drunken heroine after a party. That night she definitely was more responsive and had a big orgasm while I pumped into her. I didn't know at the time what had caused her passion, but who's complaining. To complete my happiness she asked if we could see the same tape the following week too. This was a definite improvement and I wanted to cash in on her newly found sexuality but. Afterward, as I looked up at his face, John had the broadest smile I had ever seen.“You’re cum tastes as good as your drool,” I announced.“Really?” he disbelievingly asked.“Yes, it’s fucking delicious,” I replied.“Jesus, James, I’ve had the time of my life today,” John gushed, before adding, “I hope that I’ll get invited again.”“John, I hope that I’ll become one of the buddies that you pop in to see in the afternoons before you go home,” I responded.“You can count on that,” John uttered with a.