And afterwards I would pull out and turn her body slightly to the side so that he could see my cum oozing out of her and slowly tickling down the insi...e of her thighs. Perhaps I might even ask him to clean her up.After a few minutes, Sunita stopped sucking me and stood up. “I think you are ready to fuck now aren’t you?”I was more than ready!Sunita checked the doors, turned off the lights and then took my hand and lead me upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she halted momentarily by the door of. There is also an additional perk of hearing the tantalizing slap of meaty balls spanking the partner's legs with a steady rhythm that boost the urge to get even deeper inside the pulsating channel of delight.Let me hasten to add that I do not have a "thing" for Sophia Loren or other Italian actresses of her category. My tastes run more to the shy, simpering Russian waif in need of male attention. Still, buttocks are buttocks and female buttocks are generically inspiring regardless of personal. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail with a thick pink ribbon, which she informed me, was given to her by Amanda. "Say Mr. Z," she suddenly yelled. "Why don't you just call me Jon, now that we're both adults," I teased, emphasizing the word ‘adults'. She smiled because of it being her 18th birthday and that I'd recognized it. "Can you drive around for a while, Mr., err… I mean Jon? I can't go home too shit-faced or my old man will know." I looked at my watch and rolled my eyes, but. I don't remember when I became aware of it, but I had known for quite some time that the house was off limits for us kids during the warm weekends, when my Dad was home. Of course that made my being in the house all that more exciting.I stood in front of the chair for quite some time before reaching out tentatively with my hand to touch it. I fully expected that the moment my hand made contact with the seat of the chair, that he would somehow know, and the full 'wrath of Dad' would fall upon my.