I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hands slid down my ...tomach. His fingers stroked lower and lower, teasing me.I gasped as his digit brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went lower. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his hand brushing my. Blond hair, 5"8, skinny with a cute little ass when she wore jean shorts. We hit it off right away and exchanged numbers for "studying". I, of course, had other things on my mind. We met on-campus a few days later for a coffee, and she started unloading her personal past on me. The reason she transferred was because she broke up with her boyfriend, he lost his mind and she ran away. That prompted me to start looking over my shoulder - and hers. What I gathered from the conversation was she. But even as he stared at the shivering figure of the helpless Sandra, he felt a familiar twinge that began in the pit of his loins, and rapidly spread to send his pulsating prick climbing into hard turgidity. He could feel his hardening rod pressuring against the fabric of his pants, and it was hot and throbbing against his inner thigh. The realization that she could still excite him, after what she had put him through, angered him to boiling point.Angrily, he pulled down the last vestige of. Jack watched in fascination as his son now approached his mother, his erect cock covered with his sister's creamy pussy juice. Natalie, not aware that Paul was about to fuck her, still had a mouth full of her husbands cock, sucking it deep in hope of draining his balls of all his delicious cum. Jack had thought about Natalie fucking her son for years, and now the moment was about to happen. He just hoped that he could hold off cumming until his son was ready to explode also, wanting to give his.