I used to like to listen to some of their songs on the radio. James Brown had some good songs and so did The Supremes. But my father told me he didn't...want me listening to any of that jungle music in his house. There was no way I could buy any of their records. I wouldn't be able to listen to them."Did your father like Benny Goodman or Glenn Miller?" Oh, yeah. He and Mom would dance to some of that stuff." Well, that style of music is called 'swing.' It's a direct descendant of jazz. Jazz is. "We've still got some left from the other day Chris" Mandy said and took my hand as we left the taxi in town, "We'll never spend it all in one day!"They did though and more besides, I have to admit that me and Cassie in particular went a little bit daft, we'd never had any real money of our own before and we spent it like water that day, I bought a camcorder, another television and video for the girls, the same for our bedroom, we bought wallpaper and paint for the girls to decorate their room,. She tongue fucked his ass as she stroked his balls and cock till his cock was rock hard. "Mmmm you are now ready to fuck me again."She then got on her hands and knees and told him to get behing her and she lubed his cock and then told him to push his cock into her ass. He got his cock to the entrance to her ass and started to push in the tight hole. "Push in me all the way. I love a big cock up my ass." Slowly he pushed his cock into her ass. Soon he had all of it inside her. "Now fuck me hard.. It was easy now to turn my head in either direction and bite into his shirt, smash my lips against the muscles of his chest or his arms to muffle my moans.With the palm of his hand against my clit, he slid his large middle two fingers into my pussy, spreading the lips with the outside fingers. He curled the tips up ever so slightly, until they pressed on my g-spot, on the underside of my clit. I felt like I was going to pee on his hand, and I pushed back into the pressure from his hand with my.