I moved my hands up and down my legs, always loving the sheer feel of nylons... something I'd done to my wife at some point almost every day of our li...e together.God, I missed her.But I also missed the relaxing, cock-pulsing pleasure of rubbing my hands on nylons... even if they were on my own legs this time.I went back to the video and pressed play.I crave black cock. I repeated, staring at five massive black cocks all being stroked in front of a chubby girl: "I crave black cock."I crave BBC. The stuff burned and tasted crappy, but he figured he needed it, or something to jack up his nerve. No matter what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy about his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be part of the upcoming action.He and his old man, fucking mom and Lorena; Father and son, screwing mother and daughter--it was so farout that Glynn's mouth went dry and his heart beat faster at the idea. Sis said that the old man wasn't jealous because Glynn had put the meat to. A little bit in, slide out. A little more in, slide out again. Slowly stretching me, as my ass became more and more used to his hard cock inside me. Becoming his. It became more and more pleasurable as he did, and my ass felt like a horny pussy. The more he fucked it, the better it felt. It was like I’d gained a second sex organ that I had known nothing about! What a new world this was! He kept fucking me for delicious long minutes with long, smooth strokes, and my ass swayed in rhythm to his. ‘But I bet we could fit my cock in there. Want to try?’ ++++ Bob spurted heavily onto his smooth belly and kept stroking his throbbing cock, milking all the semen he could out of it. Ch 2 ‘Hello?’ Nancy sang out as she answered her Avon telephone. ‘Hi, Mrs. Dumensnil,’ Bob cheerfully said. ‘This is Bob. Bob Bishop?’ ‘Oh, yes sir, Mr. Bishop, you got your order, right?’ Nancy asked. ‘My son just pulled up, I can send him out there if it’s not.’ ‘Oh, no, no ma’am, the order was fine, just fine,.