She looks up at me as she just shoves the entire cock down her throat, no licking, no spitting on it nothing just straight down her throat. She backs ...ff and looks up at says, "Well I know pussy juice when I taste it" and back down she goes again.I close my eyes and lean my head back at the great blowjob she was giving me. I here a low moan and slightly open my eyes and see Amanda with one hand on her exposed tit and the other hand under her skirt working her pussy furiously . I look right at. I am today gonna tell a true incident happened just 15 days back and it seems a lot of you would not like to believe on the same but yes it had happened and the same was hard to believe for me also. This incident happened around 15 days back when one of my friends who got married just 2 months back came to Delhi from Pune with her wife. He is one of my old friends and was already very annoyed as I was not able to make up for his wedding. He wants to give me a surprise and had not informed me. My dad played guitar for staff orchestras in recording studios. He was very professional. As a kid, I would sit and listen to him play for hours. The rest of my family all played multiple instruments, and all sang. For this morning, they would all provide pre-service music, the processional, recessional, and a special piece. Dad was on guitar, Mom at piano, Jane, my youngest sister, either played violin or country steel guitar. My brother Ron played drums. Sisters Ruth and Mary usually. With the hair came the freckles, she had that a lot worse than me. There were about three hundred people on the farms and in the surrounding area. We were the only two in our world that had that flaming red hair.When the truck was loaded it went away. Soon my Mom and Dad went over and took a basket of food for their journey. A short time later I watched, heartbroken, from my bedroom window, as Sweet Pea looked up from her window in the car and waved through her tears as they slowly drove down.