“I know your husband, Paul’s birthday is coming up and you’ll want to have a party for him. I am thinking you should have help planning a surpr...se birthday for your husband. If you can be imaginative you’ll get your brother in-laws and Paul’s sisters husbands to help you with the arrangements. At the same time have your pussy, ass and throat filled their cocks. Think of a way to get your brother in-laws and Paul’s sisters husbands over to organize Paul’s birthday party without bringing. Ah told him Ah’d played around with his buds and he said, “Damn, Ah wished Ah could have watched, they did a good job on you.” Ah told him thet Ah had fun and thet next time we’d get down to fucking before he got too drunk to join in.Mah husband is what you would call “pussy whipped”. He will do whatever Ah ask just so he can put his pecker in me. It certainly isn’t the biggest or best thet has ever filled mah horny cunt but he IS mah husband so Ah takes good care of him. Ah just have to make. I could feel the damp pubic hair, and the top of her secret cleft. It was slick with more than soap. I ran a finger down the crease, opening the lips and flicking a finger back and forth across her clit. Then delved deeper until they found the inviting warmth of her opening cunt.She parted her legs slightly, and I shifted so that my cock ran between her thighs, the upper surface brushing the protruding lips of her pussy; pushing into the soft wet gash above.She grasped one of my wrists and drew. She keeps urging all of us to make grandkids.When the fecal material hit the oscillating air mover, I was 29. I am not what most people would call handsome now, but that is the result of scars on my face from an altercation that will become known later.I met Emily Wilson when I was a junior in high school. I was 17, a geek, tall and skinny. She was 15 and had just transferred into our district as a freshman. She was not, by the standard of models and cheerleaders, beautiful. She was slightly.