Sucking in a mouthful of clitoral meat, he tested it for moist succulence and arouse-ability. On the arouse-ability scale, Doc Brad gave Gabby’s cl...t a ’10’! His cock was for sure as hard as any man’s rigid rod could get! As for moist succulence, well ’10’ seemed like a number to fit well here, too! Speaking of moistness, this man decided he might as well go ahead and run his tongue into this woman’s vaginal cavity a few times and give it a quick assessment. With his tongue-cock cupped to. I asked her suck and make it wet so that it can slip into her anus all the way in. She did so I did to. I pushed my fully wet finger in her anus and this time it slipped all the way in her tight anus. She moaned and cried out in pain. She has tears in her eyes. She begged me not to push my finger deep inside. She bites my shoulder with her teeth. She scratched the tip of my cock with her fingernails and she rubbed my cock tip with her palm of her finger. All this tricks did not worked and I. Oh, and don't forget to mix up some on that old family BBQ sauce like you did the last time." Becky, would you mind making a potato salad?"Becky asked where the pots were, and the potatoes were, and I steered her in the right direction for both. I asked her to use the little red potatoes and leave the skin on them. We went to work, and our guys came by and fingered us and massaged our titties while we prepared supper. Neither Becky nor I complained even though all three of the guys took turns. Perhaps that's not the right word. If he's not on the settee, he's sneaking about the house! One day I'm sure he'll catch me naked."Pat knew Sarah's father only to well. He was one of the scruffiest guy's you could hope to meet. Pop belly or better still, beer belly; always the stench of BO, she'd never seen him clean-shaven. When he was at home, he was more of a couch potato, TV, fags and booze, and the language was enough to make a parson swear. Yes, he went to work; if you could call it.