I started to squirt and my stepfather was slurping at all my juices. Peter then got on top of me and slid his cock into my dripping pussy. We kissed ...eep and passionately, while our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. I had my legs at his side, while he continued to thrust into my pussy. “Oh Peter, your cock feels so good. Oh God.” “Ellen, I love you so much. You’re my princess. God, how I love you.” I couldn’t believe my stepfather was saying all this love stuff. I wondered if his. As she reached it, she mockingly spoke to the statue, “You’re having fun, aren’t you?” She knelt before it, and enveloped the cold metal dick in her warm, wet mouth. she loved the taste - she began sucking it, moistening it with her mouth. she kissed the ball sack once before getting up.No one knew this, but she had a thing for centaurs, she desperately wanted to be taken by one. She kissed the brass statue’s lips hard, and simultaneously lifted one of her legs, allowing the centaur’s. Everyone starts to comment about Ray’s BJ’s and how long would I last before blowing my load, bets are being made. I am feeling kind of pressured now to prolong it as long as possible. Ray fishes my cock out, which is already hard and starts to link by balls and shaft, the other gals are urginin her on. So, she invites anyone that wants to help to get down there and lick away. Before I know it, I have 2 gals and Mick sharing my cock, that was hot especially with the others watching. Pretty soon. However, we had few if any customers east of the Cascades. That encompassed the Wenatchee Valley, Yakima, the Tri-Cities, and Spokane. All of those areas had a population that could support an effort by us. It was a question of how to go about it. Jan's project was to find out how our competitors did it.It was just after five on Friday afternoon when I walked out of my office to find myself alone in the building. Everyone else had gone home for the weekend. I packed up my laptop, locked my desk.