Her head bobbed lewdly on his long quivering shaft, taking more and more of his thick man meat down her throat until she bottomed out, her nose restin... at the base of his fat swollen prick. Her tongue bathing every delicious inch as she swirled it round and round the appetizing young cock. Marcus grunted like a wounded animal, threading his fingers in her short blonde hair, stroking it as she bounced her face up and down his throbbing prick, her hand flying faster and faster along his steamy. Can I kiss them.Susan: uh huh. They belong to you today, baby. My whole white married body does.Paul: god that's so hot! DaRon: yes!! Susan: suck on my nipples, baby. Real slow. Let you hand do some more exploring.DaRon: holy shit, your pussy is so wet!!Susan: Well, it's your fault, you sexy black bastard. Play with my married white pussy while I see what this bulge is all about.DaRon: here, let me undo my pants for you.Susan: oh, my god. That's huge. You're hung like a fucking porn star!Paul:. ”“Didn’t you guys stop using it when you were younger?”“No, dad, we used it until the day before Frank caught us.”“What did you use it for?”“Making out, mostly. I had forgotten that part.”“How do you forget something like that?”“You want to,” I replied, “Look, we got to catch the midnight train out of Buffalo-Depew, so we really need to get moving.”I had dawdled in the morning, and it was almost 8 PM now. It was a two hour drive at least to the station from Hornell, and we hadn’t eaten dinner. Everyone should be here in about an hour," he reminded her.Ned as well as Christy had been looking forward to the evening. It was one of their 'special' weekends that they enjoyed with a few very 'special' friends. They had friends, normal everyday friends that they both enjoyed associating with, friends that wouldn't be as accepting of Christy's particular little fetish, at least the wives anyway, though Ned had no doubt their husbands wouldn't mind. But they had other friends, people they had.