" Should I make dinner?" I'll tell you what. Why not come over here at 5:00 and we'll get somedinner. No need for you to cook." It's a date." I'll s...e you then."By the time Dave had gotten off the phone his food was ready. The waterwas boiling for his tea and his toast had long since popped from thetoaster.He returned to the living room with his snack to watch some television.When he turned it on one of Mrs. Gormley's afternoon soaps was on.Normally, Dave would change the channel, but the. Soft and warm, gently surrounding the throbbing head, even if only for one brief moment ... STOP IT!She got up without another word and moved beside my chair. I turned my chair so she was between my legs. All she had to do was kneel down, lean forward and win the bet. She started to kneel down. I had to delay her for a minute. Focus on something else. I looked around the kitchen frantically for a diversion."Wait. I had a condition," I stalled.She grinned at me, confident, too confident. I had. We kissed and I felt her lips on mine and her toungue darting in – except it was covered in creamy cum – she opened her mouth wider and what seeemed like lots of sperm – my sperm – flooded into my mouth. I gagged a little at first at the surprise, I expected to taste my sperm but not to be inundated with it, eventually I was able to swallow it down and she kept french kissing and tonguing me.Meanwhile Deepti had taken up a position next to us where Prakash could mount her from behind.. he was. His flanged knob pressed down through the shielding fur and snuggled its blunt, leaking tip against the ineffable softness of Debbie's labia. They were blazing, and he quivered as he pushed his ballooned cockhead hard into them. He felt the woman's body quake, felt the immediate response of her crotch as it lifted to accept him.Sparing a glance at the way his mom was squeezing her friend's big tits, at the way she was avidly kissing the gasping mouth, Jerry pushed more strongly, and felt his.