Then, to my shock, she reached over and grabbed my cock, "Well, this doesn't belong in the dairy section, I'd say this would be a sausage that should ...e in the meat section. What do you say that we mix meat and dairy and you put that thing between my tits? My husband hasn't had touched me since I had our baby six months ago, and I have a craving for some sausage."No man in their right man could resist, and I couldn't either."We'll go back to my place," she said. "It;ll be nice to finally get. He walked around them as if judging an exhibit in an art museum. After walking around them twice he put a grin on my face when he pulled his cock out and touched it to Riley’s lips.Riley and Tracy are in the same boat I am at the moment. Well, not exactly. No one’s waving a cock in my face. But not one of us has the foggiest idea what’s going on here. It’s starting to get interesting, though, for me at least. Riley doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself.Henry slid his cock in and out of Riley’s. Riley giggled uncontrollably as she heard the three hospice fuckers retching and gagging from their foul-smelling refuge. “Quiet! She’ll ‘ear ya!” she whispered – as a silver Maserati screeched round the corner and halted in front of her.There was a woman in the driving seat – tall, blond, with a square jaw, full red lips, and large tits, dressed in combat fatigues. “Where are they?!” she screamed at Riley.“Where are ‘oo?” replied Riley nonchalantly, feigning innocence, as she slowly wiped. John muttered that the food wasreally good, which it was. Craig had never been much of a chef but he'dfelt inspired to try a few new ingredients and they'd all come offperfectly. He excused himself to do the dishes, hung the apron back onits hook and joined John back on the sofa.John reached out a hand and ran it through Craig's long blonde hair."Are you doing ok?" Sure. I don't know what's happening to me but I'll be alright." Cool," said John. "Let's watch the game."It was a football.