Jennifer had been pulling Bob between her welcoming legs two and three times a day, not counting sleeping with him each night. One might have thought ...he had a new hobby of sorts.No ... to explain their thought processes that night, it is helpful to return to the example of what might be called Sunday Night Syndrome. At some point on Sunday night, the alarm clock is set. Perhaps clothing for the next day is picked out and prepared, or what you're going to have for breakfast is reflected on.. My tongue was kissing all over her pussy. She told me to pull out my tool and insert it. She actually grabbed it, licked it like mad and told me to insert it and fuck her. I pulled out my huge tool and kept it on her pink pussy lips, teased her. She liked it and told “Insert it..Fuck me today like never before”. Hearing this, I was really turned on. I slowly inserted my cock inside her pussy and started fucking her. She started talking loudly now” Keep fucking..Its feels awesome..” I kept. I was feeling so good and scary of being caught like this.Faizal – I am feeling so jealous now, your boyfriend is so lucky to have you.. You are so beautiful and you have such a good body like that of an actress. You have such a marvelous ass.Me – Hmm..Faiz – I wish I can feel your ass one time.. Uff.. Thinking about this is making me so hot now.Uncle started squeezing my ass using both his hands. His long fingers were finding it hard to grab my whole ass.Me – Ah Faizal! What are you. Then put on a pair of tight dark blue jeans and a long sleeve blue flannel shirt. I fixed my long raven black hair in the mirror, quickly putting it into a ponytail, then slip my tennis shoes on and went downstairs. Me and my sister grabbed the birthday cake and ice cream, then went across the street to Kenny's apartment. Well, as we walked in, Kenny and his buddies, Sam, mark and David, we're sitting there watching a porno movie.I yelled, "Okay guys turned that off!" well, they ignored my.