Though we live in different cities now. She used to like me a lot I never understood why.I have asked her many times about why she liked me. She only ...aid, “I don’t know.” Well, that’s enough for the intro. Let’s get to the story. When we were around 18 years of age we used to cuddle with each other’s bodies. When everyone went to sleep we would find a place together.So that we would sleep beside one another just to cuddle and play with our private parts. We never had sex until that day. So the. I looked up my husband's body, noting the quickening rise and fall of his chest. Looking further upward, I saw his eyes, half-open and full of desire and love, locked with mine. This time, I was prepared, and with my eyes locked with his for as long as possible, I was the one in control as I ingested him, allowing his hardened erection back into my throat. I gagged again, but with far less panic this time, my efforts rewarded with another loud Italian squeal and a softer universal groan.The MP3. They didn’t. They wereSmedleys. John and Sarah were just about to get up to domore fucking when the door to the loft opened and Karenemerged. She was early this time, under one hour, afirst. She trudged down the stairs and went to thekitchen instead of the bathroom, another first. She cameout with a beer, went back upstairs, and into the room,yet another first.In addition to all these firsts, Karen didn’t have herdress zipped up in back. The dress just hung on her andshowed part of. But she felt so good pistoning in and out of my spasming pussy. My futa-cock erupted again. More girl-cum splattered her tits, painting my stomach. I whimpered, moaned, my spunk mixing with hers on my body. My cunt convulsed so hard about her girth, milking her clit-dick, eager for her cum to be in me.But I would lose.“Yes!” Becca howled, thrusting forward. I could hear it. Her orgasm was about to erupt.I threw myself back, cartwheeling off her dick. She popped out of me. Hot cum splattered my.