May I touch it?” he stutteredKatie gave a short nod. As Rodney’s fingers caressed her long, brown locks, she felt the fluttery, hungry feeling sta...t up deep in her stomach. She wondered if she were imagining more than her photographer intended. Her panties grew damp and she felt the delicate folds inside her cunt-lips starting to swell and bloom.“I almost wish I lived in Missouri,” he laughed, “I’d put you to work daily!” Katie smiled up at him but her eyes glanced to his groin where she saw. Worried about his receding hairline, he confides in his barber about what he could possibly do to fix the problem. Hearing his case, the patron in the chair beside Michael leans over and whispers to him “I couldn’t help but overhear your problem. I’ve found that pussy juice always works for me.” “But you’re balder than I am!” replies Michael, to which the man responds “Yea, but you’ve got to admit, I’ve got one hell of a mustache!”Three engineers were sitting in a coffee shop discussing. And no one has ever let me hammer into them the way you did. I hope I didn’t hurt you overly much. Although, I hope you are a little sore.”He reached around and washed her tits, adding, “I do the reviews in the shower, so my wife’s feelings don’t get hurt. I love her so damn much, but there’s no way she could ever take my prick inside her tiny little hole. I usually have to fuck her with a dildo and then she gives me a handjob afterward. I’m not used to cumming first. I apologize if your orgasm. But she is one sexy bitch, this Fiona, she never missed a beat, and was still fucking me even as her orgasm was pulsing through her body, and the juice now pouring out of her made a squelching noise as her head went back and she rose and fell with all her energy. Luckily the pathetic Simon was adding little to the party which meant I could concentrate on Fiona’s frenzied fucking – and within two minutes she was screaming, “Now, Tom, Oh God, Oh God, yes, yes, yeeees!” and she collapsed forward.