“I know!”“That's my good Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut,” said her mother, as she hugged her good bye, and patted her on the exposed p...rt of her pert, tight, little ass. “Now, off you go!”“Bye bye, Mother,” Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut replied.“And remember to give Grandpa an extra nice, and relaxing, blowjob, before you leave!” her mother called out to Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut, who was now skipping her merry way along the garden path.“Yes, Mother!” she called. I like wine, white wine, for sipping, but on Sunday afternoons when Dad and I get into the football games, we both break out the six-packs, pretzels and chips and cheer like crazy for the team we pick."We flip a coin to see who gets first choice at selecting the team we want, with the loser having to take the other team, and it can get pretty heavy during the games. We resort to pillow fights and wrestling matches when we think the other team is going to get ahead, or does something we don't. Beside us I watched my husband position himself against Beth’s upturned backside. A look of unbridled lust came over his face as he entered her. He bent his head forward and fastened his mouth on her nipple and sucked. Her arms reached around his body and gripped the cheeks of his bum. He fucked her deep, he fucked her hard and he fucked her fast. I wondered how long he would last after all she was all woman and I could tell she excited him. John’s steady deep thrusts soon distracted me from my. You smiled and moved right next to me, pressing your finger on my bulge. I gasped and almost came in my pants from your touch. You laughed and put your arm around me and kissed me on my cheek, while placing your free hand on my thigh. I smelled a little bit of the sweet perfume you were wearing and I start to kiss your neck, gently licking a few drops of sweat you took my hand and pressed it on your breast. While I was clutching and stroking your breasts inside your dress you turned my face and.