Sophie was not as“feminine” in her carriage and conduct as his wife was.Dottie was a willowy beauty, especially in her youth,but still ble...sed with her long legs, slender frame andelegant neck. He knew that Dottie’s self-image was oneof an attractive, well-educated, and highly graciouswoman of maturity. It’s not that Sophie was physically unattractive. Butshe was compact and blunt, with the moves of aconstruction worker rather than the grace of a dancer.Upon meeting,. .’ she huffed, ‘try it . . . see how long . . . ’cause it feels terrific.’ ‘Whew!’ he panted, showing the exertion was wearing him down. ‘Clamp those legs around me . . .’ Seconds later, he apologized, and said, ‘Gotta slow down a bit . . . sorry, baby.’ ‘No problem, sweetie. We’re working off those excess calories, ain’t we?’ ‘You bet . . . ugh! . . . we are.’ Milo’s dick slipped from her pussy, and as he made to replace it, he commented, ‘Oh, look at you!’ ‘What?’ ‘Your pussy’s creamin’ baby.. He rolled a seven. That was a safe roll, so he passed the dice to me. Again I landed on a ‘You Choose’ square. I drew a card and read it aloud. It said to pick one female and one lucky male. The male was to receive a hand job from the female while she wore only her panties. There was only one female and one male beside myself, so it was Barbara and Tyler again. Barbara removed the black top she’d just put on and Tyler took off his underwear and his shirt. They started out by kissing but once. Spewing sprits of his cream, one shot landed on my cheek, another upmost went up Oma’s nose. We fought with our tongues to get the erupting massive of cream, each taking turns to suck his balls dry. When he finished we licked each other’s faces to get the final last bits of his salty delight.Opa would move me to my back and pull one of my legs over his. Would lay on his side, his cock resting on my pussy. I would get wet knowing he was going to tickle my button with the head of his cock. He.