I had been fearless before, even when I knew a convicted felon was coming over to breed me, but now a feeling of uneasiness was setting in. Had I just...surpassed the good vibe buzz of my alcohol? The rush of being fucked by so many strangers was leaving, and now I started to feel cold as I crouched naked on the floor on my hands and knees, willing boy pussy in the air. What the fuck was I doing? This guy seemed even more unsafe than the Mexican gangbanger.But there was no time to reassess the. We were both motionless and my now softening cock remained in her. I cupped her lovely breasts as she leaned back on me.Mary seemed a bit pissed off " Well I am glad you had fun Stuart but I need cleaning up" she said pointing to the copious load of thick spunk dripping from her big tits. " Ooh do you like eating up spunk Stuart? I think it's the best thing ever!" Amy said standing up and finally releasing my cock" I'll deal with this load and you can do the next? Deal? "Before I could reply. I must not be put together right. If my family knew what a skank I was, they probably would send me to a shrink.I tried hard to always make my rent. Even though he was an amazing lay, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to go through that humiliating task again. I think he was hoping that we’d fuck again. He always looked at me very strangely when I saw him in the hallway. He’s always undressed me with his eyes and licked at his lips because he knew what was underneath my clothes.*I’ve been. This true story happened a few decades ago when my husband was gone on a hunting trip. My crazy, blonde, and gorgeous cousin, Louise, was visiting for a week or so and one of my slaves, Spenser, was also at the house. He was a Ranger in the Army and home on leave. We were all in our 20s.Louise and I had been laughing at the ads in the back of a PlayGirl magazine. (Someone had given me a subscription for a previous birthday!) One ad showed a Hippity Hop with a nodule on the top. You could choose.