‘I want this!’ she murmured. ‘I want you in me! Put it in me, Bobby! Now!’ Bobby wasted no time. He climbed between Kim’s outspread thighs a...d, as he lowered himself on her, the shaft of his cock slid against her pussy. Kim grasped the object of her desire, guided it to her pulsing opening, then she groaned with joy when Bobby drove deep into her body with a powerful movement of his hips. ‘Bobby!!! Oh, Bobby!!!’ she cooed. ‘Yessssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!’ Bobby had very little control. Kim’s. She laughed at me and removed my hands and pulled my undy down. My dick was standing straight and she took that in her hand and moved my foreskin up and down. I then pushed her in the bed and started kissing her legs and thighs and rubbed my hand over her pussy and kissed her pussy over her panty.I asked her wheather I can remove her panty and she said she’s waiting for me to do that. I then slowly pulled her panty down and made her completely nude. Her cunt looked like a cleanly shaved perfect. The combination of tit fuck and being fed his enormous Italian sausage had me trembling and quivering and moaning, and coming hard. Yes, sucking on my man was making me come! Even without anything actually touching my pussy. I shoved Vince flat on his back, knelt over him, hollowed my cheeks and sucked hungrily. His cock was bulging my cheek outward and I felt so happy. I sucked even more hungrily, determined to drink down every last tasty drop he could offer to me. I wanted, I needed, a. I have never felt like a Thomas. I work for a living always has always will. My grandfather owned and operated a sawmill were I learned the value of a hard day’s work. My mother and I lived with my grandfather on several thousand acres of land, which he kept pristine. You might think this is a contradiction but he believed when you come home from work you take care of family. My mother had me when she was 18 and she never said who my father was. Even on my birth certificate where my father's.