Towson glared at these big tits with mouth-watering passion. He glanced from girl to girl, at Chrissie's beautiful ass, her asscheeks, the roll, the c...rve, the sculptured perfection; and her tits that pushed at her tight light-blue sweater as if they were scoops of ice cream."Should we let Mr. Towson take our pants down, Nancy?" Chris cooed."Yeah, if he'll let us play with that big bull cock again!" You girls are such teasers," Mr. Towson moaned.He fell to his knees in front of the chair. He. We lived in a ranch-style house, so at least I didn’t have to worry about stairs once I was inside.That strange feeling of things being familiar but different hit me once I was inside. I’d look at a chair and almost be able to remember seeing my father sitting there sixty years ago, but not being quite the same color or shape. I could see my mother in the kitchen, but the appliances were different and a computer sat on one end of the counter with a movie playing on it. The whole place was just. "Damn, that's the best one yet!" You had to hold out right till the end, huh?" Henry said. He licked Kirstin's juices from his finger. "Tasty little slut." Damn straight. And a hungry little slut. Hurry up and park the car so we can eat." You're impatient." Yep. I want to get to dessert." She licked her lips. "So let's get in there and eat." Henry and Kirstin walked into the restaurant. The hostess stared wide-eyed at the microscopic dress Kirstin wore. "I think she likes you," Henry. "Fred got down on the floor and untied Ernie's shoes and slipped them off. He rolled his socks down and took them off. "I'll bet if you rub Ernie's legs real nice he'll let you see his cock!"Fred began rubbing Ernie's legs and pleading, "Please let me see your cock, pleas.se.e!"Ernie just let me direct the action; I don't think he really believed yet that he was going to get his cock sucked. "If you ask really nice, Fred, I'll bet Ernie will let you take off his pants." May I take your pants.