Eventually she got the timing wrong. I started to thrust, and shot my load across the sink. Sarah made a fist around my shaft giving me a reasonable s...ueeze. With this help, I shoot another five times. After a few seconds, the ejaculations grew weaker. When I looked in the mirror, Sarah had a smirk of satisfaction on her face. When the ejaculation stopped, Sarah opened the taps and washed my “produce” away. As there was some “produce” left on the head of my penis, she washed it off for me. She. Surely they could make it work for that long?Time went by. The friends worked out and drank wine, and talked. They went to the gym, and the beach, and wore progressively more revealing clothing at those places. They did not always tell their husbands about their antics, but they giggled a lot while they talked about the 'strange' men (and women) who liked looking at them. Sammy turned three. Bob was away more than he was home. Angie couldn't help but feel lonely.The neighbors were the same as. Her father closed his eyes, holding her tightly to his hairy belly, burying her nose in his curls.He gritted his teeth, grunted and came, snorting and ejaculating several times in his lovely daughter’s well-trained mouth. She swallowed, licked her lips and grinned up at him as he withdrew, dripping on her upturned tits, his huge phallus swaying from side to side. She turned her machine up to the next notch and gritted her teeth as she leaned forward and its knob reached her clitoris. She cried. I waited, all of my muscles tense, every nerve on edge waiting for his touch. I didn’t realize that I was holding my breathe until he slide one hard finger along my wet folds feeling me. I tried to gasp but my lungs were already full and I was starting to get dizzy. I let out a shaky breath and squirmed against his wicked finger, but he was firmly in control. He parted me with his fingers and blew gently on my wet pussy. I moaned and dug my fingers into the padded seat to keep from grabbing his.