His three enchiladas were thirty-something and dressed the same way. They were armed with two guitars and a drum set.The less said about Taco Jones, t...e better. They played country. But it was old country, and I mean oooooold. They probably considered Conway Twitty an upstart. They played six songs, which was seven too many. The only one I recognized was Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin' which I'd heard Grandma Carol play a few times.The Defiant Sheep were better. Five guys my age on the. .. you remember how us boys had a sort of private sessionwith the health nurse last year, and how I told you what she said aboutpuberty? I mean, what to expect as we got older?" Oh, yeah - you mean the part about getting erections and, uh, what wasthe other part?" Kath was totally unfazed by sticky subjects (pleasepardon the pun)."The OTHER part was about 'spontaneous ejaculation'," I reminded her, alittle embarrassed to be discussing this subject again. "Wet dreams."Kath tried to stifle a. YOU ARE a little whore"! Sara dropped down between her open legs and licked your wife's sweet box, ramming her tongue into your wife, slurping and licking. before I knew it my cock was out. I don't even remember taking it out, but there it was,out and hard as rock. your wife put her head back and let out a scream of pleasure as she came all over my wife Sara's lips and face.Sara stood up and stepped back "Your a Squitter" she walked behind the tree and untied your wife's hands dropping her to. He moved on to the bed, kneeling between her spread legs and ran his fingers over the dark tight panties she wore. He felt the wet patch of her crutch and smiling at her; he leaned forward and started sucking her hard nipples, while his fingers moved under her panties waist band and through her hairy bush to the hot wet opening between her legs. His fingers toyed with her cunt lips before teasing and probing her hole. She was getting turned on more and more, her hands and fingers messing his.