. for you. I’m a n ... nine,” she countered, glancing at him. “But not to b ... brag.” They couldn’t help smiling. “Or I was until my fuck...ng car a ... accident! Sorry for the language.”“That’s quite alright,” he said, captivated by his visitor. The magazine no longer of interest now lay on his lap.“Have you ever played the Mangrove Course in St Petes?” She wondered.“Yes, I have.”“I had a hole in one on the 15th par three last February,” she boasted.“Wow, I’m impressed! The best I’ve done is. One thing I should have said at the first of my stories, I have been a type one diabetic for twenty-five years. I always carry candy, cookies and orange juice with me in case I hit a low and feel like I am going to pass out. I pulled into my driveway at about six the next morning, it took me eight hours. There was no jeep or any other vehicles there, it was real quiet. I ran into the house and it looked ransacked, there was so much stuff missing, I knew something terrible had happened, I could. I could hear the squelches of Donna’s wet cunt being fingered and knew she’d be close to orgasm. Holding his cock between my two fingers I pulled back his foreskin and licked his helmet, slipping his small cock into my mouth I began to toss him off with a steady rhythm, giving his eye a lick on every stroke, he was rubbing Donna closer and closer to her climax as her thighs were parted I could hear her wetness as loud as her groaning. Then she moaned louder as her mouth locked onto his as his. My upper body was full of dried spit, my crotch and thighs were gooey of cum, the beads rested between my knees, forming a crescent. Tilting my head back I saw the dildo still sticking to the wall, drips of saliva hanging down from it. The room stunk like there had been a gangbang taking part, not just a girl masturbating. At the thought I felt my pussy still being wet. 'Nothing new', I thought, putting two fingers in it to play just a little until they were all juicy, sucking the liquid off of.