Fran either sensed, or smelled my predicament, because she put her hands on my face and kissed me for a long, long time, ending up with one hand in my...panties, and the other under my bra. It took me fifty tries to figure just how to properly fit in it, and then Fran just flicks the catches open without a thought.Even as I whined internally, I LOVED what Fran was doing to my body, and it seemed like she had me undressed and on my back in bed, in just a few seconds.Here's a news flash for ally. I was at work and steeped outside for some privacy. First question after hello, Ray said, "Do you swallow or spit?" That was a direct question from Ray, but I understood why he was asking. I responded boastfully, "I like letting a man shoot off in my mouth and having him tell me to swallow his load." By the sound of his voice, he seemed pleased with my answer. Ray continued, "Good; I am a straight man, and not interested in sucking any cock. I like the sound of your posting you are what I. He buried his face into her long brown hair and drank in its odor. That subtle lingering scent of shampoo, or maybe even perfume consumed yet another of his senses. In every way, he was fully immersed in feminine sexuality. It was heaven. While Paul's firm cock constantly probed her tender flesh, Marcy rubbed her clit with firm, circular strokes. Her nether regions were brewing with excitement. Her body felt so hot, it was like she had been in a sauna for the past hour. She was gonna get her. The dribble turned to a steady golden stream as Julie pee'd onto Michelle's face and open mouth, the urine mixed with the combined dog cum. Michelle was close to cumming when she heard Julie issue a command to the dogs who were standing either side of her and as she looked Julie grasped both of their cocks firmly and directed the flow of urine that erupted from the fat angry red cocks. One stream was directed to Michelle's nipples and the powerful flow sent shock waves through her body, and.