‘You don’t agree.’ He paused with a french fry halfway to his mouth. ‘What?’ ‘I can hear it in your voice. I can’t– I don’t know wha... you think, but, you aren’t saying it.’ He ate the french fry. ‘No.’ She looked at him for a moment, then sighed. ‘The truth is… Sometimes I’m not sure I believe him either.’ She put down her fork with a grimace. Her face had always been expressive, on it he saw hurt, pain, fear, remorse, guilt. A full spectrum. ‘He always gets drunk no matter how many times I ask. If you do then I will show you mine." Vicky pushed her hand inside his boxers and extracted his manhood. Her eyes widened. She had never seen anything like it before let alone taken one in her pussy. Seven inches of viened shaft was topped by a huge purple gland. The strong throb of his pulse excited her. She was annoyed at being turned on by such an ugly man. "It's my fault you have an erection George, let me be the one to demolish it." Vicky's hand slid up and down his weapon occasionally. Without meaning to do it, and without realizing she is, Victoria squirms backward toward Tyrus, trying to wriggle him deeper into herself. This is met with general approval from the crowd, and there are general cries of Look at the slut want it. Again shamed by her bodys reactions and her own piqued desires, Victoria blushes all over, but tied up with that blush is an increased overall pleasure in her body, which comes crashing home when Tyrus finally slides back into her completely. That. I pushed her over onto her back and, with my cock dangling over her face, I dove into the muskiness between her legs. While Edith never taught me this, she had laid the groundwork. As often as not, after she had sucked the cum from my cock, she would insist on a sloppy, cummy kiss. So, it wasn't much of a stretch to fuck and then eat, followed, of course by a kiss.Laura engulfed my limp manhood, licking the dregs of our just-finished fuck, while I scooped fingerfuls of cum from deep inside her.