.. moaning softly into his mouth, one hand slips between our skin, reaching down to enclose his firm cock in my hand... can you feel the ache in my to...ch? I whisper into his ear, I'm so hungry... he nibbles my ear, grinding his cock into my hand, whispering... "How hungry? My load is strong and I will fill your hunger." I answer by rubbing my thumb over the very wet head of his cock, looking directly into his eyes, suck my finger into my mouth.... then push at his shoulder, push him onto. The shape of her naked thighs was simply breathtaking, and she saw me looking, smiled, and said, “Seeing it’s your first time, I’ll leave my pants on, and you can be the one who takes them off.” Then, she smiled even wider, and did something I have seen girls do since then, but it always amazes me. She reached up into her blouse, and her sleeves, and with a few practised movements, took her bra off without removing her blouse. Then, she climbed on the bed and slid under the sleeping bag. “Come. She had produced two children for him, a boy and a girl. The boy was a mirror image of his father, Don Gerard Cassini, a dark curly hair, olive skin, short statue, and slightly overweight for a 10 year old.The daughter was something else all told. She was tall, slender, blond, fair skinned, and blue eyed. Behind the man's back it was rumored that she was not his daughter, but that of a personal trainer the wife had once hired. This was only whispered because the trainer disappeared shortly. The mother still sitting in her chair smiling, remembering what just happened and slowly cleaning off the cum on her face with her fingers, when the father comes out the sliding doors watching his wife clean her face. I take a few more photos just in case the police need to know what happened to the wife. What shocked me was that the husband just calmly walked over to his wife leaning down and began licking her face clean of her son’s cum. I had to take a few photos of that and as he.