My panties were so wet that they could no longer contain my pussy juice. I sat straight down on his face and asked him to guess again.“White”“Wr...ng. Oh well. My girlfriend will love to taste and chew on my dirty panties. She always guesses correctly! I bet you’d like to see that!”“Red!” He shouted“Correct” I peeled them off and placed them over his head. Can you taste how wet they are? Tell me how much you love my dirty wet panties.“They are fantastic. What a taste and smell of my panty. Tamara put her tiny hand in his large one, joining him at the window.“Is it wrong I want them dead?” she asked.“Probably ... but if it is, it’s a wrong I share. So, I’m hardly the one to ask such a question.”“Mama Kissie then?”“Lord no,” he replied. “She doesn’t show it often ... we’d been married four, maybe five years, first time I saw it. Margaret has a bloody, enraged side to her. If we tied down those assholes, she’d joyfully carve them into chum, and sleep well that night.”“I can. We both turned to look at Adam, who had flopped on the bed, a look of exhaustion on his face; his intense prostate orgasm had clearly taken its toll.At this point I was more than ready to take my turn. I hopped off of the bed with more energy than the both of them combined. Jane stood up a little unsteadily, slid a pillow over toward us, and then guided Adam to lie down with his chest on the bed, bent over on his stomach and both feet resting on the floor. In his present state of exhaustion I. . a 25 year old guy.. standing three feet from a wet cunt....His stiff shaft pointing the way.. yeah.... I think they both wanted tab A to fit into slot B. I walked up behind Phil...put my hands on his hips and slowly pushed him into my wife. She rolled her head back while instinctively reaching to rub her clit. She moved her hand faster and faster while he pushed himself in her as deeply as he could go. He was on the edge of cumming when he realized that he was bareback and about to.