As quick as John leaves my face is buried in Andrea's pussy sucking out her lovers seed. She always has one last fling on Sunday morning so I'm sure t... be treated to a fresh load. Over time John would bring up Andrea more often when he and I were away. He told me that if he was married to a chick as hot as my wife he would spend every minute at home having sex with her. I told him I'll take that as a compliment. He said you should , Andrea is a fucking hot wife. I laughed and yes she is. I. Then she pushed him down so that he was facing Pop and made him lie back on the floor. Before he quite realized what was happening she was straddling the candy salesman, her back to his head, letting her pussy sink down onto his hard cock, just as she had on Pop's only moments before. "Oh my, yes! I just love your lollipop in my honeypot! Now all I need is your big cigar, Mr. Harrison." Harrison tried to push his way in front of her so she could suck his cock but Pop was sitting there,. From there it was still a long drive up into the Yorkshire Dales. Main roads at first, but then winding country lanes. A pretty landscape and his car had a good sound system too, so he usually enjoyed the drive, passing through valleys and quaint villages while listening to chamber music or cantatas by Johann Sebastian Bach. First there was the train ride to York though, with stops in cities like Leeds and Huddersfield. He had been reading Oliver Twist again, so he had planned to focus on his. The witch sounded her approval as her tits were mauled by the randy Potter. The Hufflepuff turned her head and pressed her mouth to her boyfriend’s lips, sliding her tongue into his oral passage. The two magical beings exchanged saliva and oxygen while their lower halves crashed together repeatedly. The witch’s cute bum shook with the increasingly harder impacts of her mate’s pelvis. Harry’s ball sack swung back and forth, hitting his woman’s pussy each time he drove his tool home in her guts..