The nightly news was flickering in the corner when Maggie stepped robed into their bedroom without knocking and handed her daughters a quart jar of wh...t looked like spoiled egg whites; globules hovered throughout and it was still hot and gross with life. “It took three times to fill it; now drink up” a pearl of which caught in their mother’s hair, another drop glistening from her face. Bridget passed the jar to Gretchen who unscrewed the lid and took a sniff; it smelled like nothing they’d. “No reason. I just liked what I saw.”“Yeah. Okay,” he chuckled. “I bet it’s a few niggas in here that’ll want you fuh real. From da waist down you built like a woman.”“Thank you! And you’re built like all man,” intimated Tony.“You a mess! Let me get to work.”“Okay. I’m just gonna hit up the commissary.”“Oh yeah?”“Yep. I got my mama to put some cash on my books.”“Get me some Oreos then.”“Yes, sir!”“Whatevah! I gotta get back.”Damon left the cafeteria and tried to shake the pretty dude he had. The waiter took his time putting the final glass down and it was impressive that he didn't spill any as his eyes never moved from Chrissy spread legs. The silence was palpable and Paul's hand got higher he was sure that Chrissy's beautiful bald pussy was on show. He gentry rubbed her clit all the time looking at his turned on wife and the very turned on waiter."Thank you the champagne", he withdraw his hand and slowly licked his fingers tasting his wife's juices. The waiter obviously got the. I smile and return her kiss. She giggles, as if it was her first time. I smile, ours eyes meet and we kiss each other again. This time stronger and longer. I don't remember breathing. Our bodies clash together like lovers who have been away from each other for years looking for the love they left behind. I was ensconced in her heat. We peeled each others clothes off easily. Our bodies were working in tandem to satify each others lustful pleasures. I layed her down and began to lick the sweat of.