When Cano bend over to pick up the shampoo, I couldn’t resist the incredible opportunity afforded me and reached forward to slip my right hand betwe...n her legs, and tease her engorged, fleshy pussy lips. Because I believe she saw my movements between her spread legs, Lynette hardly flinched at my sensual touch. As I pushed my hand further and cupped my palm over her mons, my fingers tickled her thin strip of pussy hairs.“I don’t think my pubes need a shampooing, Cuda,” Lynette chuckled as she. The wind was making the snow fall sideways, and the wind chill had to be at least thirty below. Knowing that the buses would be running late, I walked Becky down to her parking space and helped her clean off her car, which had almost a foot of snow on it. ‘Sir Galahad, you’re so thoughtful’ Becky yelled into the gale as I brushed the snow off her headlights. ‘Want a ride home Davy me lad?’ Taking me home would take Becky a considerable distance out of her way, and I hated to see her driving in. Anita started bobbing her head up and down as she sucked that cock. I was sure Mitch would not last long. I was right; just three minutes later, he said he was going to come.My wife smiled at him and opened her sweet mouth wide to receive that warm semen. Mitch grunted and he filled Ana’s mouth.As soon as she had cleaned Mitch up, Ted moved over and shoved his hardened cock between my wife’s wet red lips. Ana must have really put a hot blowjob on him because he barely lasted more than a minute.. “This is boring,” she muttered for the hundredth time.She was shopping with Otterly and her mother. There was nothing she could imagine that could possibly be worse than that.She looked around the store for something that might be interesting, but there wasn’t anything to be found. She was stuck in a bizarre land with nothing but a sea of racks containing outfits by various designers. She’d been standing there for more than an hour while Otterly tried on one outfit after another. On the other.