She squeezed me, and I am sure him, too."God, here I am with two hard cocks. I just might get a good fucking tonight!" Several!" Anthony grinned. "I'm...sure your husband is going to get his share!" You bet he is!" she declared, kissing me again.Anthony kissed her cheek. "What if I just casually kiss my way down your body to see if there is a pussy in that black forest?" There is, and it's waiting for a hot kissing, licking, sucking session! You guys are here for my pleasure, so get cracking,. "Sure would make my day to watch her walking around here," he said. Just then, my wife came home from shopping. She came in wearing these really tight fitting jeans too. You could clearly see the huge outline of her enormous camel toe between her thighs, she was pulling her jeans tighter when she walked into the room too. She brought us both another beer and sat on my lap; her pussy was facing Darrell now. I was thinking, "she is really enjoying this shit." The way she was sitting, her jeans. ”A cloud passed across his face. “I don’t think that’s very likely…”“Patrick, you silly boy, they all like you, you just haven’t noticed yet.”“They really don’t.” Patrick felt the familiar heaviness in his heart return. The air seemed cooler. A lifetime of imagined rejections, and a single failed sexual encounter, was not yet undone.“Listen. What we did here today, we can maybe do again. And more, too. But first, you’ve got homework to do.” She winked at him. “This week, choose the girl you. “So, by the mother of God, I get it!” he chuckled. “You were not talking about wedding my five-year-old daughter! You were talking about the beautiful Marguerite!”Jean stared at the man in shock, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. “Is that what you thought?”“Yes, I must apologize, but it was. I should have known a man of your character would never have such indecent thoughts. So, you’re smitten with my cousin! You are not the only man in France to feel that way, I can assure you. The only reason.