’ Mitch growled. He tugged my shirt loose from my jeans and slowly undid each button with care. Slowly he revealed my black lace bra. I inhaled deep...y with a gasp as his finger tips caressed my soft skin and slowly pushed the fabric from my shoulders. Next, he traced my collar bone with the backs of his fingers and slowly up the side of my neck. As they crossed my cheek I could feel my face burning. We kissed quickly again as his hands reached for the front clasp of my bra. With skilled fingers. "Well, yeah, of course." Eric was such a dumb boy. Naomi thought. "Come on, Eric tell me what your mommy did. I bet you don't even know."Eric did not know. All he could do was make it up. But now he didn't want to play that game anymore. He kept thinking about Naomi's legs. Maybe he could get her to let him see them some more. His cock twitched a little harder at the thought. Maybe she would even let him see what was between her legs, maybe it was like his mother, very different than himself,. David moaned and felt his prick start to jerk.Spurt, spurt, spurt; the first jets of David's cum arched over and hit Sally on the belly. This brought on Sally's full orgasms. Dribble, dribble, dribble; the rest of David's come leaked out over his pumping fist. Sally rolled forward and took David's shrinking prick from his hand and sucked it into her mouth. David switched around and licked the cum off Sally's belly then licked up the juices flowing from her cunt. They gently sucked and lapped. ”Isolde came back out of the house, carrying a cutting board and a knife. “I saw a faucet over by the garbage cans,” she said, “and thought we could clean the fish there.”“That’s what I always do,” said Terry. “I dump the fish out onto the ground, set the cutting board on top of one of the cans, and scrape the heads and tails and stuff into the bucket, to feed to the crabs. I use the hose to keep the scales from flying everywhere, and to wash the board and all off when I’m done.”“Okay,” Isolde.