She would come down stairs once in a while, wearing just a loose fitting robe. Barely covering her bra and panties. Jimmy would yell “Ma! Axle is he...e!” or something along those lines at her. But she’d just blow him off, but every once I a while she’d give me this look. I used to think it was the “I know what you're up to” look.Axle was my nickname. Mrs. T dubbed me that one night, after a crazy block party. My dad was a little drunk, and slurred out that I could be a little asshole at times.. I open my eyes, and tilt my head upright, and flash Kirk my best shit-eatin Elvis grin. “Here it cums”. Dropping my head back, and clenching my teeth, I squeeze my thick vein engorged cock, and began to beat the fuck out of it. With thighs trembling, and abs at full 'pop', I arch my back up slightly, and then, BAMM.Two unbroken ropes of thick jock baby batter go flying over my head—even over the back of the lounger. Three more ropes I aim right for my mouth, and catch each one, as the rest. The two men on the ground were watching the animal in utter amazement. “I don’t care if they don’t taste good!” Marion exclaimed. “Eat them, anyway!”Duchess just shook her head, with determination this time.“Oh, all right!” Marion said in disgust. “You don’t have to eat them. And you’re right. I’m sure they’re not nearly as tasty as one of Barb’s pizzas.“But you listen to me, young lady: If you don’t watch them carefully, there will be no pizza for you at all for a full week. Okay?”Duchess. I bent her over and poured some more down her back and drank it as it poured down from her pussy. I licked slowly from her pussy up to her ass, pouring more down her back to drink the sweet suds off of her wet skin. With the bottle nearing the end, and more water out of the tub than in the tub, Danielle stood me up and grabbed a towel to wrap both of us up. Feeling the warm plush towel engulf our sensitive bodies was heavenly...feeling her pussy push up against my hard cock was sinful.After we.