. I had stood there and brushed my teeth, combed my auburn hair in place, and felt reasonably awake.She finished and stood , flushing the push button ...oilet. Debra came up behind me and circled my waist with her arms. How bout I make you some coffee , and stir up some breakfast for us? I have coffee, but not breakfast food.. Well have to eat out if you are hungry. In one move, she turned me around and slipped to her knees to hold my cock to her face. Im hungry all rightever since I saw Donna. I laughed at the image this booking evoked! Well it was my real name but Tom Jones the singer was in town doing a gig at ‘The Sands’ I went down to the crystal restaurant and was shown to my table. It was a nice table at the side and rear. Quite romantic and the place was decked out with heart shaped balloons. We had agreed to meet early but I did not know if she had arrived. I had sent my message with the restaurant booking and my room number, but had not hung around for a reply. The next. Rhythmic round gyrations gives way to long hard strokes. I feel she is getting closer to her climax, her pressure increases. Her strokes longer and stronger. I raise my hips a little and she lets out an iiissssssshhhhhhhh. Let’s her hairs down on my face. I let go of her nipple. She needs her freedom to move and take control. My right hands goes to her left ass cheek. I pull her closer and she responds with stronger strokes. She boobs are moving with her. Morning sunlight is pouring in, I can. It took him forever to cum a third time and at the end of it, when his semen rushed into my worn and weary cunt, I was finished. There was nothing left."Man, I really put a lot in there, huh?" My brother had replaced his cock with his fingers, two and then three of them pumping my cum soaked pussy. "Maybe you're gonna have twins, Wendy. Are you hungry?"Even after he left the room, I lay there unmoving. I cried myself to sleep in a cooling puddle of semen and dreamt of terrible things.I changed.