It was deep and thorough, exploring and laying claim to her. She yielded to my will without question, letting me do as I wanted.“You taste pretty go...d.” I said to her softly, pulling back from her. Alexis flushed crimson in response. “Would it be okay if I tried some other parts as well?”Alexis’ eyes widened in her flushed face, fixed on mine. She gave a sharp, stuttering nod.“Excellent.” I murmured in approval. I placed a hand on her hip, and lightly trailed it around the was it of her jeans. Wendy was writhing with lust now, her legs flailing, her pussy quivering with excitement, her steaming pussy running with delicious cunt-honey. He had to taste the honey-pot he had uncovered, had to bury his face between the horny chick's spread legs, had to lap at her gash, had to stick his tongue deep inside her seething cunt.Sheila watched as her son fell to his knees at the edge of the bed and pushed his handsome young face against the wide-open gash of the girl's creamy pussy. The. "I want to try being on top."Wilhan was not against taking a break and having a pair of big beautiful breasts to play with while Marin did all the work. "How can I refuse a lady on her wedding day?"Marin liked being on top, but it had been a long day and she quickly grew tired of the effort."There is another way that I think will get us both to our peaks fast." Wilhan said.Marin was willing to do just about anything at that point, but when her husband placed her on her hands and knees she began. ‘Well now, that’s something I never expected to hear, John. Sean MacBride died many years ago, but its nice to know that the police also consider him dead and buried and aren’t looking for him any more. It puts a closure on things that should never have happened.’ I asked Pat who Sean MacBride was, as I suspected that it was Pat’s real name. But Pat, politely refused to answer my questions. I think I told you earlier that I knew that Connolly was not Pat or Kathy’s real surname. Pat asked me.