”No one sat on the table in a restaurant. No one threw Nerf balls at basketball hoops while people were eating. No one rang a bell, when someone sai... something clever. People didn’t draw funny faces on the table. People didn’t do those kinds of things, except when they were at a party. Restaurants didn’t have scoreboards for keeping track of friendly insults. A restaurant didn’t expect some of its guests to stand around eating and drinking, while telling jokes or playing games. Restaurants. I am gonna fuck him in ways you will only dream about. I lower my pussy to his face and it is so wet that drops of my sweet juice hit his face. My pussy smells good right? Stan nods. He knows better than to speak. I bet you want to fuck this sweet pussy but its not gonna happen. Be thankful that I let you taste it. With that, I drive my slit into his face, smothering him. I roll my hips around, covering his face with my juices. Thats right, lick my pussy. It tastes good. I roll forward a bit. Although I didn't know if she was an actual mother. But she was definately fit the last 3 letters - ILF. I'd love to Fuck her...I wandered through the casino, searching for her. I finally found her on a penny slot machine. Sitting at a machine next to her, I was able to reconnoiter a little. I'd put her age at early 30's, a voluptuous blonde with long legs and a very nice rack. Her ass was hard to check out since she was seated, but it looked very fuckable. A quick check at her machine showed. As she lay there breathing hard, I looked at the screen, where the woman was being spit-roasted; her husband in her mouth and the young black guy behind her. I looked back at Ana and saw she wanted it.Omar was now pulling at my wife's tight jeans. Then my sexy wife stood completely naked and so hot. Omar had her scrunched enough so he could finger her very wet pussy. I removed my trousers. Then Omar pulled my wife over into a 69 position with her on top. He wasted no time licking her and from.