I swirled around his spongy crown.It was incredible.I was loving my daddy.Dr. Elliston was so right. This was what I craved. Why I was always fighting...with my mom. I wanted this cock. I hungered for it. He groaned, his face twisting in bliss. His chest rose and fell. The game echoed behind me, the crowd cheering.It was like they were urging me on.“Dammit, Mercedes,” he growled. “This ... This ... Shit.”His hand grabbed my hair. For a moment, I felt him pulling on my hair, about to rip my mouth. She wasn't wearing a bra.Well, I was already feeling a little randy before, but now I couldn't stop staring at her breast and getting more aroused. So I asked her if she wanted to borrow my Basement Jaxx CD (she'd borrowed it before and really liked it, so I figured she might want to drown out any more arguments listening to it on her Walkman). She was keen to check out the rest of my music collection, and I still had a bit time before I needed to be off, so I helped her over the fence. Fuck. For now riding as Zach's passenger is quite comfortable.We are entering chain grocery store that serves the town. Zach tells methere is a Farmer's Market that opens on Thursdays so I'll have a chanceat some fresher produce then. I look up from the too many choices ofcooking oils to notice that a couple of male patrons have been ogling mylegs. Or maybe it's my rack. I am more amused than upset as I'verecently been in their shoes and know I look pretty hot in my tightshorts.Dinner tonight is not. The three men began to extricate themselves from Susan’s holes. AJ rolled off the table and moved to grab his jeans. Hank pulled his cock out of Susan’s ass and climbed down off the table and looked at John. It hit him like a brick who it was that had just walked into the room. “Oh my god, President Franklin,” he moaned. Then he looked at Susan. "Franklin, your last name is Franklin, isn’t it?" he asked.“Hank Jones, are you serious? You’re here, in my house, fucking my sweet Susan like she.