" Hello, William." How are you doing?" William asked. His throat was so tight with emotion that it was hard to talk. Now that he had his grandfather o... the phone, he didn't know what to say. The great impassioned discussion that he had played through his head suddenly seemed trite."I'm doing well. My arthritis has been acting up," the Reverend Leroy Jones answered trying to keep a light tone to the conversation."I'm sorry to hear about your arthritis," William said. There was enough sadness in. Our new friend stood over us and watched while stroking his cock through his pantyhose. Before long he was ready to cum and kneeling down behind my friend he lowered himself onto him and began to rub his nylon covered cock on his bum just above my face. I reached up and stroked his nylon covered balls and bum as he thrust himself against my friend. I felt his balls tighten as he began to cum. He groaned louder as his cum spurted into his pantyhose and spread, soaking through and into my friends. Those thick beauties made her skin appear all the fairer. I cleared my throat. "Sorry," she said, adjusting her blouse nervously. "Thanks." She slipped down from the stool, picked her handbag up. "Excuse me. Be back in a minute," she said before heading for the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, wearing more makeup than before. Interesting. She knew, I was sure. And her conservative outfit seemed like a sign that she wanted to cover up what had happened, or to keep me from having. Suddenly, a very familiar cunt is pushed into my face. One that I have not only seen, but I also have licked many times before. But, most of all, it's reeking with cum and cream-pies. My favorite breakfast foods. So, without a word, I just extend my talented tongue and begin my 'clean-up' routine on Amy Sue's cum-filled twat.But, just as I am getting into cleaning-up Amy Sue's cunt, I feel someone unlocking my ankles from the spreader bar. Then, just as soon as they are free, I feel someone.