And by the time I ended-up scooping ice-cream for five-bucks an hour in the little down of Podunk, a good-days-drive south of the Mason-Dixon line, I ...igured that there had to be at least three or four (if not more) babies (or, I suppose even toddlers by then) out there somewhere made with my genes. So, while I know that my thinking might not be entirely healthy, my orgasms were so much better when I imagined my sperm swimming in and fertilizing her egg. That there was more to it all than. Une robe noire qui lui va à ravir. Elle est un peu courte, pas moulante, à bretelles avec une fermeture au niveau de la poitrine. Elle adore la faire voler quand elle danse. Elle a de belles grandes jambes, elle est bronzée, elle est superbe, maquillée, rouge à lèvres, coiffée. Elle enfile également ses plus beaux dessous enfin sa plus belle culotte car depuis quelques temps elle ne porte plus de soutien gorge. Ça la gène. Ça m'arrange bien j'adore ses seins, que les autres hommes la regardent. “See molu, I have no problems with you, now we can make our love” I said. Again a deep kiss was her reply.I haven’t changed my dresses; she had shifted herself to a nightgown. I removed it and kissed her boobs again over the bra. She threw her bra off, removed my towel, I haven’t got time to wear the bra. She hugged me again, laid me on the bed, and began sucking my boobs. I felt again the same stream inside my pussy. She bit my nipples gently in the meantime. I knew that she is getting. I back away and tell him to lift his legs. "Wait... your gonna fuck me?" he said. "No, I'm gonna eat you out." I say. He leaned back on the bed and spread his legs. His little tight hairy hole winked at me inviting me in. I wasted no time in attacking it with my tongue."Fuck man!" He yelled in surprise. I couldnt stop licking and sucking at his hole, the scent was intoxicating and so.... excuse my french... fucking exciting. My senses were off the charts....I played with his hole just like he.