Laying half on and off the couch I began to feel the pain in y back and legs. I felt it, probably before he did, he slowed his pace each inward thrus... going in deep then he paused and started to shake, deeply, ooooh, he uttered, oooh, shhhiiiitttt. I tasted very little of his issue, most went straight down my throatt. He rubbed his hip bone hard against my face, I was barely able to push him away so that I could catch my breath. 'Damn, he shouted, damn that was good. That was fuck'n. " She glanced down at my groin and smiled. "I'm not so sure it is, Jerry," she winked as she left the room. I looked down. My discomfort was evident, my hard cock making a noticeable bulge in my jeans. I washed my hands then quickly fixed the drinks, being careful not to overdo the alcohol content. Number one, I really wasn't keen on drunk, or even tipsy women, and number two, I had to drive home at some point, and was even less enthusiastic about the thought of being pulled over and awarded a. Mike watched in admiration as Alex started fucking his aunt's throat, as if it were another pussy. As for Polly, she didn't have a single thought in her mind, so lost was she in the new heights of ecstasy that only come from having two big dicks buried inside you.Soon, Alex and Mike got a rhythm going as they spit roasted Polly. Each time one thrust forward, the other pulled back. This way, her holes were constantly being pumped full of dick. Polly lost count of the orgasms she had, her pussy a. She was very busty, and had a name badge which was pinned right at the front of her left breast, making it the first thing that you saw. “Mrs Rosie Clements, I’m here to help”, said the badge. “We do offer a personal shopper if you are looking for something special.” “Well, I am having lunch tomorrow with the Bishop’s wife.” “Very well, Madam, I’m sure that we will find something for you. If you would like to follow me, please.” Rosie set off towards the fitting rooms. Just before she reached.