I rubbed her pussy lips through her panties and continued to do so even when I stopped sucking. I continued kissing my way down until I reached her be...ly button ring. I licked around it while Maggie squirmed underneath me. Her skin smelled incredible. I remember how soft and smooth her body felt and at that moment I realized how guys must feel about us. I couldn't get enough of her as now my lips were planted directly on her panty covered pussy. It was damp and her smooth lips protruded through. C'mon, it shouted, drop out and paint. A painter in the sense that the only walls I'd be covering would be those in museums. I still don't know why Betsy chose me to be her husband. She's terribly intelligent and driven and creative, but she has a pragmatic sense I totally lack. She supported me for a year, but with no real nibbles and the advent of Melissa I made the decision to become a lifer at the fucking warehouse. It paid the small bills of the time. I still painted like crazy, and never. Val was making whimpering noises in time with his trusts. My cock was straining in my shorts and I had to try very hard not to ask if I could take a turn in her bum hole. The man lasted a little longer than the last man but he soon began shake and his eyes started to roll. He stepped backwards and allowed his prick to roll out of Val's pussy flopping with a sloppy squelching sound. The woman official stood up from her desk and handed him some baby wipes. He wiped penis off, pulled up his. He was a swimmer in High School like me and was the total surfbro type even down to looks with his shaggy blond hair. People constantly teased him about it and referred to him as "Spicoli" due to his resemblance to the famous character from "Fast Times at Ridgemont High". His body had been refined from years of surfing & swimming and his cock was larger than mine at 8inches but was cut and was more slender with a more bulbous pronounced head. I knew this because we had shared girls together.