We took turns in lapping at Karens pussy and anus, Karen through either reluctantly or acceptingly lay back to enjoy the oral pleasure. We had fingers...probing and stroking. In between my turn at licking I made my way to Karens pert little boobs which were about the size of large oranges and just as firm. Her small but erect pink nipples just begging to be licked and nipped between my lips. Soon she started to pant, like the little bitch she was and writhed and moaned as she climaxed. Now. Drool dribbled profusely down her chin and onto her full breasts, coating it with a sheen as she heaved back and forth. He was seven inches into her throat, ramming it with vigour and violence. Her hands found their way onto the other two neglected cocks and began stroking them in sync with the third. Even as the cock rammed into her mouth, Elaine would caress its underbelly with her tongue, swishing it back and forth, looking up at the man with doleful, submissive eyes.Finally the old man. One of the details that Lola passed on was the fact that she had even bent over for my Uncle Joe a couple of times and that she thought he had a fine cock for such an old man and that his wife was lucky to have him in the bedroom at night.That surprised me because I had never thought of my Uncle in a sexual sense and just sort of figured that he was happily married with one daughter of his own and another one adopted as well to help walk his Irish setter. That dog never walked anywhere. It only. It's like a birthday. What's to celebrate? You're glad you're getting older? That's when you're a kid, not when you can feel the bad back and the sore knees and have to wear reading glasses. But even when I was a kid I thought New Year's was scary. All these people partying, drinking, having fun. What are they celebrating? That they've survived another year? They certainly can't be celebrating what's coming, because they don't know."I'm scared, that's all," I said. "Haven't you noticed? I'm.