I began to remove my pants so they wouldn't get soaked, when I tell you I have a juicy pussy I mean it. Just then we heard Steve's car pull up and Gab...y said here we go. The door opens and it's Steve and another guy, both Gabby and I were a little shocked. There we are all hot and bothered, me without my pants and in just a thong when Steve brings this stranger in. I looked at Gabby and asked didn't you tell him? As I say that Steve breaks in and introduces his "friend" Kyle. Kyle is a black. What do we have here?” She picked up the sex toy and waved it at Krissy, teasing the pouting milf, who laid back exhausted on my bed.”Remember how you were going to fuck my ass with this?” Dee dangled the plastic red dildo in front of Krissy, who continued to lay back sobbing while covering up on the bed. “Remember that?”Dee had a devilish smile as she strapped on the sexual contraption. She stood there for a moment modeling the strapon for me, before turning her attention back to Krissy. She. His other fingered palm reached and undid his buttoned pant’s top half, revealing an enlarged hung hardened male member. Which shot up and out while he kneeled down, grasping her foot gently down towards his flexing woodened delight. Upon the touch over her heel, that sensitive cock’s head merely sizeed when squished up against it. He himself, shocked with a tingling enriched spurted a dripping of his sperm between his enmeshed shaft’s head and her delicately filthy foot’s heel. Soon the. I imagine our scents would mingle in the air around us. Entwining as we have entwined. Joining as we have joined. Creating a single scent, as we were a single being for a time. What does it taste like? Salty. Unique. I imagine what sampling your skin would be like, learning you with my tongue as I have with my hands. Seeking out the very essence of you. What does real sex sound like? Fast. Low. Surely not like the theatric screams, moans, and grunts of pornography. I imagine the panting, the.