That's not my thing." I replied. "It wasn't my thing either until last week. Trust me that it will make you feel pretty good about everythin...." Nadine encouraged and as she said that she took out a vial and used an extra compact as a flat surface. She took out a $20 bill and rolled it up. "Come on sweetie, it's not going to kill you. It'll make things more fun for you". Whoever this woman was said. I thought about this for a minute or two, again refusing but then. ” I felt his hand cup my tip making a fist and as I spurted in his hand he flexed his hand milking every drop out of me. My breathing was ragged and the orgasm hit me harder than I had ever felt. Then it passed and I felt his hand pull away.Then in a moment he said, “Yours tastes sweet, mine is all salty.” I had thought about tasting my cum but as soon as my orgasm hit I would put it out of my mind.But as that boy was jerking me all I could think of was the hairy man fucking that boy and I. Passing by Anne’s room on his way , he could hear soft feminine giggles. And then, he could have sworn he heard a soft moan come from behind the door, followed by a fresh round of laughter.Maybe he should casually enter the room to wish the girls good night again. Or maybe he should just go onto bed. His wife was leaving for that business trip the next morning, so he might still see a little action from her before she left. But if she continued to refuse him what was rightfully his, he might. Her fingers gently brushed her small high set nipple before traveling down to the smooth swell of her belly. She was very becoming with the moonlight casting shadows on her skin, but her face was etched with her conflicting emotions.She caught the sound of one of her mothers crying out in pleasure. She was happy for them both; they were very much in love and seemed happy together. Laura had declined to join them when they got back to her house. It felt like they were sharing with her, but there.