Both Beverly and the tumbler smelled faintly of alcohol. The tumbler was almost empty. May I ask who your friend is? Beverly inquired as she rearrang...d her bikini. She had a disarming manner about her that was charming, distracting. Oh, Betty…uh shes in… Yes, Betty she broke in, still arranging that bikini We live on the same floor. Why dont I ride up with you? I need to freshen up. It wasnt clear whether she was referring to her cocktail, herself or both. Sure Bill said. He noted two very. I kissed the shirt. No, that’s not true. Not the shirt. I kissed the dried cum. I licked the dried cum. And at that moment, to my surprise, I came in my pants.I had never shot a load in my pants before in my life. It was a shock that I could even do it, much less just by tasting my stepson’s dried spunk. It was an uncomfortable feeling, feeling my own jizz sticky in my underwear.But that was not my only uncomfortable feeling. Once I had shot my nut, guilty thoughts flooded my mind. What the. Call me crazy, but I agreed. Leroy said he would pay the bill and I excused myself to go to the bathroom before leaving. In the bathroom, alone, I started to think about what I was about to do. Even if I didn't really know this guy, I was so turned on that I felt I needed to play with his cock some more. I had not intentions of fucking him, but I wanted to see him big and hard. I also wanted to see him cum. I would get my appetite with him and return home to my hubby to fuck the shit of out. She gave a loud gasp, slid forward slightly, then eased back, and began working my dick like a hound on a bone. I almost blew, but turned my attention to her alter of love. Opening her with my thumbs, I worked my tongue like a butterfly on a flower. Anna grunted, let my dick fall from her mouth and groaned, yeeeeeessssss, oh yeeesss. baby, like that, like that.' momentarily she buried her face into the bed and gave a short scream, then again attacked my manhood. Switching up I gave long.