” The plea was ignored.He kissed down to her stomach and got onto his knees. He pulled down her pants and her soaked panties as well.“No Chase.”...Again, he ignored her.Her body was betraying her and he could see that. He spread her legs wider and pressed his face between them. His hot breath sent fire through her veins, causing her to spasm. She moved her hips when she felt his tongue part her slit. They rocked back and forth guiding him to her something that she hasn’t felt in years. Heat found. “Jar, as you can see, Mo hasn’t changed her ways.”‘No. I don’t know what will change her but it sure hasn’t happened yet.”Roger quietly said, “Jar, if you wore that suit, it truly would cause a riot.”I grinned. “Don’t hold your breath waiting for that to happen.”Angela said, “Duh! Jar, let’s go churn a few laps before the pool is crowded.”I nodded. “Works for me.”Roger asked, “May I join you, Jar?” I nodded. I stood and stripped off my outer clothes exposing my thong. Angela was wearing a. " I told him. "Blake." He said. "Nice to meet you." I said," What sports do you do?" "swiming & baseketball, you" Asked Blake. "Football mainly."i told him. He started to take off his shoes, and take off his shirt as i started to take of my jeans.I couldn't stop lokking at his hot six pack. Then he unzipped his jeans to reveal his blue hanes boxer briefs that outlined his lymp dick perfectly.I had a semi hard on and growing. So I quickly slipped on my baseketball shorts. As he slipped. We could all be his wives. It would be so hot.“Damn,” I moaned, dizzy.“I need to cum!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “The dildo... Dear, dear! The dildo is driving me wild. I don't want to be a selfish cunt any longer. I don't want to be a dyke-slut. I want to be your faithful and obedient wife. But... but...” Her face twisted with rapture. “Please.”Clint's hand shot out and, while still kissing my sister, ripped the toy from the MILF's cunt. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and collapsed on the floor, the.