”“Mighty fine, mighty fine!” Ian laughed as I stroked my stiffening, brown nipples.I lay in front of Martin, who was hiding his cock, with his h...nds. I removed his fingers. It was rock hard, as it stood out from his greying pubic hair. I ran my nails up and down, gently scratching it. At first I knelt over him, slapping his throbbing dick with my big tits.After a minute or two, I squeezed the shaft, then popped the head into my mouth, pushing the fore skin back with my tongue. I kept sucking. Fill my cunt with your cum. I’m your fucking cum-slut!” “But you don’t deserve to be fucked by me yet. You are just a slut. I still have things I want to do to you before I fuck you. Do you want me to do other things to you?” Nadine was almost beyond caring what else he might do to her, as long as he eventually fucked her. However, his words sent a chill through her, and she sounded as if she was about to cry when she responded in a weak voice. “I don’t know what other things you mean. Whatever. Sarah pushed me down, laying me on the floor. She stands over me, showing me pussy in full view. Sarah then lowers herself down on to my face. Her body was so hot, her pussy so wet, the moment my face touch it it was soaking. I went right into her with my tongue, looking for Gspot, I played with her lips, biting on them gentle. After abit, I felt her body move around, she rode my mouth right into her orgaziming. As she got closer to her coming, her hands held my head while her other hand rubbed. I met Annabelle and her husband, whose name I don't recall, on this very afternoon. I could tell by the low-hanging sun that it was nearing evening. I'd been weeding not only the vegetable garden but the flower gardens as well. I'd finished planting some new spring onion seeds as they said, "Hello."Looking up, I saw a couple in their late twenties standing by the fence. They were dressed for biking, and both looked magnificent in their attire. Those spandex bike shorts left little to the.