But the thin clear sperm is all right too. There are also a lot of different colors of sperm from bright white cum, to a shade of yellow. I prefer the...milky white cum.Her lovers always find it amusing to watch me dive down between her legs and push my face into her well-used, spunk-filled pussy. Most of the time they start jerking off their cocks and when I’m done licking her cunt and ass they are ready to service her again. After her lovers leave she always gets real horny and wants me to fuck. Squeezing her thighs tightly around his head, she let out a loud yell. Her muscles contracted, gripping to his fingers as they slid in and out of her. Pulling his head even harder against her clit, she climaxed, wave after wave of her juices running from her onto Mike's face, his fingers still buried deep inside her.The taste her cunt tipped Mike over the edge and he reached down and unzipped his jeans, and pulled his hard cock from inside them. Taking it in his hand he started to work his fist. ‘About what?’ ‘About… Well, can I come over for dinner tonight?’ ‘Absolutely. In fact, I even bought steaks yesterday – we can do steaks on the grill.’ ‘That sounds good. I’ll be there in… about an hour?’ ‘That works for me.’ Barely an hour later, she rounded the corner of the house, finding me on the back patio with the grill. Crystal had never come over before wearing such a short skirt or such a tight-fitting top with such a low neckline. She grinned wickedly at my reaction, barely. .. like... is it autobiographical?" I smirked. It's the question that always comes up, but I tried to be as courteous as possible. "Well, some of them are, some of them are not. I like to say I write about what I did, like to do or dream of doing and let my readers figure it out for themselves which is which. It's part of the appeal, I think, so I like to keep that a secret. However, some stories clearly are fiction, like the Zombie thing I had started recently..." "Oh," she said. "Like the.