Are you sure I can't warm up that casserole I made last night for you? You must be starved. It's already eight o'clock." We'll probably shower and hav... something light. Do you have any of the congealed fruit salad left from earlier in the week? I might have some of that. But nothing else," she reached for her wine glass as well, "except this, of course. Why didn't you fix one for you?"April turned toward the refrigerator, and said, "I'm going out and I don't want to start drinking before I. She gasped and then giggled. “Oh, man, go look at yourself.”I rose to my feet, my hard cock bobbing in front of me. In the mirror I looked like a cannibal or something. Blood and girl cum smeared the lower half of my face. I wet a cloth and started to wash it off, but Carrie stopped me. “Come here first,” she said tugging my hand.She pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and rolled over mine and my teeth. Then she gave each of my cheeks a tentative lick before releasing me. I. A short while later Jennifer joined them and climbed aboard the rowing machine next to Anthony, who was panting quite heavily now and had worked up quite a sweat, as had his mate. ‘So what do you do, Anthony?’ she said, ‘I heard your friend call your name.’ ‘I’m a baker… a manager at a bakery,’ he growled, in between pants and gasps and heaves and pushes. Jennifer began rowing. ‘Mmm, so as a baker, what do you think of my buns?’ she said, without turning to face them. Anthony and his mate. He stood at the edge of the bed and placed her calves on his shoulders. Judy’s full pubic bush, with soft curls pointed the way to her sexy vaginal lips. He gripped his cock and rubbed the head against her wet pussy lips. She moaned her approval. He wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, slowly impaling her on his stiff rod. She wrapped her stiletto covered feet behind his head. He knew her excitement by the ease that his fat cock slid into her waiting.