I'm sure it didn't help when, after only a half-dozen thrusts, Clyde was burying his entire fuckstick in my back door up to the hilt. If that wasn't e...ough, he thrust a dildo almost as big as his own pipe in my pussy. The double assault drove me half-insane with lust.The big Black bull wouldn't let me budge until I had shuddered through five more climaxes. He flooded my nether spaces with his thick cream somewhere along the way, but showed no sign of having had enough. Apparently, "enough" was. I got home and found her in the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts. I couldn't tell if she had anything else on. She was cooking something that smelled good."You're a cook?" I asked instantly realizing just how stupid it was to say such a thing."Yeah, my mom and I share duties in the kitchen. I'll have lunch ready in 10 minutes — wash your hands!" Yes dear - whatever you say," I said to her giggling.I was back in five minutes so I came up behind her and asked, "What smells so wonderful?". Since we both know what it is like without that, we work hard at making sure we don't neglect each other." And Traci fits in how?" asked Ted.Greg smiled. "Traci was lonely and tired of trying to have friends only to have them only want her for her beauty or her body. The guys were trying to get in her pants, and the girls would mostly stab her in the back, or try and get her in bed as well. We became friends because we didn't do that to her. She felt safe and could relax with us. Eventually, we. Becky shifted to reduce the pain. Garrett continued to press forward, slowly, steadily, inch by inch until all seven inches was buried within the silky folds of her canal. He doesn’t begin thrusting right away. He wanted to make love. He leaned down on top of Becky and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping across her lower lip and gently prying into her mouth. Becky moaned for the nearly overwhelming sensations.His lips slowly traced down the checks and softly kiss the earlobe. He crooned in.