“What do you wait for baby? Aren’t you hungry?” she enticed him. Milo dipped the soiled cereal in the milk and ate them. They tasted sweet and s...vory just like his mom. He shoved the spoon inside Janet’s pussy again and dug out more cereal while his mother groaned loudly.“Oh yes baby! Shove those cereal out of my fucking pussy! I’ll have an infection if you don’t clear it all.” She was spitting the words through her teeth. Milo put down the spoon and pressed his mouth against his mother’s pussy. The cock I had serviced in my mouth was spiteful and let loose a load in my face. I remained in position until he was through and found myself still on all fours in the now empty room. I was covered in oil, semen and sweat. I wiped the fluid from my eyelash and licked it from my fingertip. My shame and panic overwhelmed me at that moment.I stood up straight and removed the shredded shirt and pants. There was a shower and I headed in to cleanse myself of the entire experience. I took my time and. My dick was stiff inside my jeans. I grabbed amrutha by her thighs, lifted her short skirt all the way up and buried my face between her luscious thighs. She slid down to the floor, i along with her. Rachel and sruthi were busy tugging at my clothes to get them off. I had amrutha’s panties off and was sucking her succulent pussy, she was creaming all over my face, there was no hymen there, these were experienced girls all right. Rachel pulled me aside, and bearing her tits shoved them at my. Did I mention my legs? Sometimes I think my legs have a life of their own. Sometimes I eat a lot of cake to see if they’ll notice me. It doesn’t work. My legs go on doing their own beautifully defined thing. I beat the dress down with my hands. “I like your shoes,” he admired. “You like my shoes?” I asked, bewildered. “That’s it? My shoes?” I tell you, that’s the first man who’s ever liked me for my shoes. And they weren’t expensive shoes—they weren’t Manolo Blanhik or Prada. I bought them at a.