’ THAT NIGHT Another hour passed as I sat on the couch, waiting. It was already dark, I’d turned down two other good friends, they both looked at ...e like I had a screw loose. Several times I turned on the television, but I was worried there would be something good on and I’d only see the first half. I could wait. The doorbell rang! Lucas must have finally gotten up off his ass and decided to come get me. I figured that the lazy son of a bitch had probably forgotten until the last possible. ...you get the idea. Every woman on the street was simply transportation for the fun bags that lay below the clothes. I sometimes get so hard and worked up seeing the perfect specimen, I need to immediately jack off and cum just at the sight of something as simple as a big, wide 4 hook bra strap showing through a blouse while I stand in the Starbucks line. So what I’ve discovered is that I need the “every woman” . the regular, every day, work about MILF going about her daily business. I don’t. I was way to close to ever go back. In facts, someone could walk in right now and I would still finish. In fact, she might be very disappointed (or very glad) she came in. The only thing I hate about masturbating is wasting the cum when I know poor women out there are yearning for it.I starred so hard at that butt, i thought it might catch fire. Then, almost as if it was planned, she bend over at the perfect time. Her sweatpants begged for mercy and they stretched so tight you could pretty much. She heard Brandon's order to her sister and was totally amazed at how cowed her sister had become. She moaned out her own excitement at the scene as she saw the cock that had just poured a gallon of potent cum into the very depths of her pussy slide between her sister's lips and into her throat. Even as she saw Maureen begin to caress Brandon's balls, she could see the swelling of her throat caused by the massive cock lodged there.Adam stared, hypnotized at the scenes before him. His cock rose.