Ebony tossed her head back, smiling and radiant, as she stared at Vantha. And Vantha drank in Ebony's features with approving lust. Ebony's dark bla...k hair flowed down her back. Her complexion was dark, her cheekbones wide, and her tits were heavy, yet firm, standing as if inflated, and capped by huge, brown nipples. From her slender waist, her hips spread out generously and her legs were shapely and unblemished. Ebony's ass was high and muscular, the sort of driving, churning ass that. I carried some of the boxes down, and moved the rest around. As I moved the stuff, Jane came up the stairs. She had brought some water, and was checking out my organize skills. We sat and talked. Midway through talking, I reached down and lifted up Jane's right foot. Without thinking about it, I started to massage her foot. At first Jane was “Steve, what are you doing” but she let me continue on massaging her feet. As I massaged, Jane let it out that she wished her husband would do this, it was. So good..." she gurgled out, reaching up and locking her hands behind his head. Looking down into her beautiful, brown eyes, Mark saw a distant, faraway look, as if she were staring right through him. As if he wasn't even there! But he was, working his hips back and forth and sliding his hard young cock in and out of her wet hairy pussy. He was there fucking her! Fucking her as the storm crackled and boomed outside. Everything was perfect, he thought. The perfect storm!, his mother's dainty. His throat-fucking thrusts were so strong and his balls so heavy that each time they swatted the top of my cranium I saw stars a little, throat involuntarily gurgling on his cock each time. Emil was making a mess of me! Thick nasty sheets of precum and slobber joined the already nut-smeared streaks that coated my face, yet the stud only continued to use me for his selfish pleasure, humping and pumping away, indifferent to the giant puddle of ooze my features were becoming. Finally he seemed.