Some of her pussy juice dripped down my chin as I continued to suck and flick. It was so decadent. It was a dessert that just kept giving."You ready, ...aby? I'm going to cum! Please tell me you're ready? It's... its... oh god! I'm cumming!"I had no time to react. April came with a fucking gush that filled my mouth and splashed all over my face. It dripped from my chin as I stood and spread her still dripping pussy and shoved my hard cock inside her.April groaned a deep tone as I filled her. “I’m going to ruin your beautiful little cunt with my cock!” he growls, before giving it to me even harder. The growing pressure between my groin is too hard to ignore, and as if sensing this, his rough finger slips to my clit and flicks it before rubbing it. “Cum for me,” he whispers. I am sent into oblivion as I feel my pussy clench harshly around him, his thrusts slows down. His hold on my breasts tighten before his cock twitches inside me and fills me with hot spurts of his seed. My body. He made a wild grab for his wife, which she nimbly sidestepped, heading for the door.“Out of the sack, lazy. I’m going down for breakfast.”John joined his wife at the dining room table fifteen minutes later. Phoebe, dressed in a transparent halter and a very small apron, served him scrambled eggs and toast, while the others dawdled over coffee. He wolfed down his breakfast, then Malcolm led him and Anita to the driveway, where Tony already had the Jenson’s Jeep warmed up. Both Anita and John. Faith shook her head negatively then said, “Oh, alright. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, but I’ll do it.”A couple of hours later, Faith was a nervous wreck. She had taken a long, hot bath and masturbated twice. She finished getting ready, wearing only a terry cloth bathrobe and slippers. She was hiding upstairs, trying to get her nerve up. She’d been drinking some of Larry’s new brew and was feeling pretty loose. Larry was doing last minute prep on the beer and Katrina was busy setting up.