He raised aneyebrow."How many cocks have been in this hot ass of yours?" he asked,on handsqueezing my left ass cheek as his cock pushed gently against...my hole. Ipaused for a moment, though I knew the answer immediately. He smacked myass, hard."Twenty six sir" I answered."Including Jack?" he asked. I realized I had forgotten to count him."No sir, twenty seven then. Sorry." And when did you start taking cock?" He pushed against me a little more,and my hole was beginning to open up for. As I do this, my mouth is pressing against you. I repeat this on the other snaps until I can pull the flaps open. I do so and proceed to slowly pull it up as I put you in a sitting position while I remove it. I admire the way your tits look in the bra as your arms start to lower again. Now lying on the bed in bra and thong, I start kissing your belly and move up to your cleavage. My hands snake under you until I find the snaps and I pull you up slightly as I release them. With my mouth, I grab. Screw you Father Time…. she thought. Since school was closed for the day, Marcus and Anna were coming to take Makena to lunch. She was so excited, Makena had spent all of her free time with them for the few months. Now she all but bounced in anticipation to be in Marcus’ arms again, and to have Anna in hers. Someone knocked at her door. ‘Come in!’ she yelled. John Francois walked in, the epitome of the word ‘debonair’. ‘Good afternoon, Makena. Can I speak to you for a minute?’ Makena wanted to. George had a substantial income from his insurance business, so Donna didn’t have to worry too much about her finances. Several months after her divorce, I met Donna at the mailbox, the mailboxes in our subdivision were all placed together, at the end of the cul de sac. I hadn’t seen Donna for quite awhile. Her dress was rumpled, she wasn’t wearing any make-up, her hair was disheveled, and she smelled of alcohol. She didn’t resemble the same well-dressed Donna I’d known for the past ten years..