“You want something?,” he speaks into the door. Silence inside. “May I open the door a little?,” he asks. He opens and peers in the crack....There is a new woman sitting up to her waist in milk, her wet and shiny torso and pert pointed breasts the colour of rich dark chocolate. She smiles and beckons him in. She mimes wiping herself with a towel. There isn’t one hanging on the rail. When he hurries to bring one back, she beckons him to soap her back, again with such a delicious smile. . How soon?”“What’s happening?” came Bobby’s bass voice. His head appeared behind and beside Barbie’s. He wasn’t stupid. He also wasn’t blind. What he saw dripping down between Julie’s thighs, just below her heart-shaped ass, was something he never tired of seeing oozing out of Barbie’s pussy. “You guys did it!” he said, happily. “Cool!”Barbie turned and slammed into him.Ten seconds later they were gone. Julie knew where they were going, and what they’d be doing within a few minutes. She looked. Sherry put a finger to her lips to show the kids to be quiet. They just stood there and watched me.The words finally came out. "Sherry, I've loved you most of my life. I know you know that. Since Grandpa did the hard part, I would like to ask you to be my wife. To love, honor and cherish for the rest of my life. I don't have a ring to give you since..." Josh," my Grandma interrupted me. "Here, take this, it was your mother's wedding ring. She gave it to me before she died and asked me to give. Taking long, deliberate licks along the shaft, teasing the head with my tongue and swallowing him deep… gagging on the very tip. Now it has recently come to my attention that certain few individuals, and I mean 2 or 3 out of…… the ones I’ve been with, have managed to position themselves at just the right angle to make me squirt whilst being fucked. Not an easy task I can tell you! (But one that is very much appreciated) … now this isn’t just down to size, shape, angle or skill alone… I have.