They were still dancing when Brenda arrived home. Grinning at them, she chuckled, ‘It’s a beautiful day and all you guys can do is stay indoors an... dance to that old time music?’ ‘It’s classic music,’ Jason retorted. ‘The kind that will be around years from now. And besides, slow dancing is fun.’ ‘Yeah, sure,’ Brenda said. ‘Elevator music. I suppose you guys figured I was going to make dinner again?’ ‘Of course we don’t expect you to cook for us again, honey,’ Karen said. ‘I thought that since. Myra would lower herself to my side with her mouth open and my cock swallowed, only my balls hanging out, but they were wet from licking and sucking. She made me float to stay in her mouth where I was buried, until she was relaxed laying on my side, my cock stiff and bulging in her very wet open mouth. Usually around this time, Myra would almost gurgle as she would say "please don't cum in my mouth" - which I shrugged off, knowing that her mouth was where I was going to deposit. I loved the way. He lay down very close to her and kissed her mouth gently probing her with his tongue. She could taste her own scent on his tongue. His eyes were open as he kissed her. He looked at her closed eyes and her long eyelashes and her rosy cheeks. He could smell the rose in her hair. He was so intoxicated by her. She opened her mouth now eagerly wanting his tongue inside not afraid anymore. She opened her eyes now to look at him and was surprised to see his eyes wide open peering into hers. They. My tongue moves from your ass, up the length of your pussy flicking at your clit, moving back to plunge into your wet hole. Your hands press me head hard into, begging me, to have my tongue penetrate your pussy. Pushing deeper and harder with my tongue, sucking your juices into my mouth. My tongue thrusts itself in and out of your pussy, flicking at your clit as I push it deep into your pussy. My hands reach under you and pull you closer to me, feeling your orgasm building to its climax, I lick.