Though hedid notice the uniforms were changing. Skirts were rather short, and hewondered why the girls looked so different to him. Their hair was long...nd put into pigtails, and they seemed rather slender. That shouldn'thave set any alarms off. Just something felt wrong.He didn't dwell on it too long though, finding that his routine tookover. After all he did have chess to play. The TV remained off, and hewondered why no one was actually turning it on. There was no way forhim to know that it. “About 7 inches,” I said.“Really? That’s all? It looks bigger than that,” Mark said.“Thanks. What about you – how big is yours?” I asked.“Maybe 8 inches, on a good day,” he said. “I’m not really certain – it’s been a while since I’ve measured.”Mark got up and walked into the other room, coming back with his wife’s measuring tape. He came back over to the couch, but didn’t sit down – instead he stood in front of me with his erection sticking straight out just a couple of feet from my. Next thing he knew both book and duvet were sailing across the room as she jumped astride him, naked and with fire in her eyes! ‘Fucking men,’ she growled, ‘What is it with you lot, is just Englishmen or the entire fucking species?’ Before he knew it she was grasping his semi-soft penis and wanking it fiercely, ‘How fucking dare they,’ she growled pushing his growing erection into her puss that was just starting to get wet, ‘How fucking DARE THEY!!’. she snarled pushing her self down hard on. She got a great rhythm and I knew I was getting close, so did Chelsea. "Ronnie, daddy's about to cum. Make sure you get as much in your mouth and keep it there, ok?" Ronnie nodded and sucked harder. I grabbed her head and let out a roar as I started shooting into her mouth. She tried to takes as much but it ended up coming out of the corners of her mouth. Chelsea turned Ronnie towards her and kissed her mouth, sharing in my cum. They kissed and licked each other clean. Ronnie climbed up on my.