My knickers are wrapped around my ankles, some cum leaking off the sides. I’ve always been fascinated by how much I cum… it gets released in strin...s. My thighs are smothered in the warm white substance as well. My chest starts sweating and I get a sticky feeling on my tits. That was David’s semen from a few hours before. It makes my chest oily and more pliable to eat. My tongue dips into the deep cleavage of my dirty pillows and cleans it, it tastes just as wonderful and creamy as I. I stood up and tried to bend to hide my bulge but I couldn't. I would be kissing her if I leaned forward. Jennifer looked into my eyes. Her wet crystal ocean-blue eyes were only a few inches from mine. I wanted to kiss her.Jennifer wrapped her hands around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were softer than cotton and warmer than my heart. It was just a soft touch. She moved back a bit and whispered, "Do you like a bitch?" Yeah, I am into a bitch." I didn't know what I was saying. I. If Rick ever tried to touch me, I'd sworn to cut off his balls. I'd never hurt anything in my life before, but I'd hurt him.I almost didn't go in, but I had little choice and I hoped they'd be in my mom's bedroom, sweating like pigs and grunting while they rutted. I could stand that more easily than seeing my mother cuddling him on the couch, both of them bleary eyed and slack jawed, which was exactly how I found them. Rick stared at me, his weak eyes yellow with jaundice I hoped, following me. He was wearing just a plain blue t-shirt that he had pulled up exposing his hard abs and a treasure trail leading down into his belt line. Without thinking I started typing a reply to Brad's post laughing as I did it. "Married and discreet here. Looking to suck dick. No reciprocity required. Willing to swallow." It took just a couple minutes for a reply to come in. I pictured Brad sitting in his hotel room just a few doors away with is hard cock out. "Meet me in the Marriott lobby at 10 am.