My cock pulsed, squirting precum into my shorts.“Mom,’ I said earnestly, “you have to stop talking like that.”“I did, Tommy, I did! Are we g...ing to decorate the tree when you finish shaving my pussy?”“Yes mom,” I croaked, “we need to get this done so we can decorate the tree.”“Are you going to let me feel your cock in my mouth? Your father says I’m an excellent cocksucker.”“Mom, please! Stop talking like that. Stop pumping your hips, mom,” I whimpered, “I don’t want to cut you.”“I’ll try,. Stories would be written for days about the event and it would be weeks before the crush of people, all claiming to have been driving the car that saved Chantal from a fate worse than death, would be sorted out. Most of that sorting was done simply by asking the claimant what color car he or she was driving that day. Almost all the rest were discarded when they couldn't produce the car. Many couldn't produce any car at all and, in fact, according to the division of motor vehicles, didn't even. “Of course not!““Too bad,” said Bobby, leaning down, before she could move. “He’s a fool if he hasn’t.”Her reaction as he fastened his lips to her lower ones, and thrust his tongue into that little dark slit, was both athletic and violent. She voiced a gurgling scream, and her legs tried to close, but couldn’t, because his body was between them. He found her clit, which was just as fat and swollen as her pussy lips had been, and sucked it into his mouth, clamping his lips down on it hard. Only. Vonna had ripped off my wife’s blouse and bra by now, and as they wrestled, her big tits were flapping all over the place. It didn’t take long before Vonna had my wife down to just her panties, and they were torn almost all the way off, just holding by a thin piece of elastic. My wife got in a few good ones and now Vonna had no shirt and she wasn’t wearing a bra at the time. The girls were all over the living room floor and my wife, with one final effort managed to rip Vonna’s shorts off.