For that reason I was spending moreof my time playing with Jenny, I think Mom was a little curious aboutthe change in my play habits.The last 3 or 4 t...mes Mom had taken Jenny to her ballet lesson sheallowed me to stay home and watch a little TV rather then having toendure the hour long wait while the dance class was in progress. Somequiet time was nice and these were my first opportunities to have thehouse to myself.Jenny and I had been playing a lot recently with much of the time spentin her. We’re getting to that part. I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was so wet, I slid my cock along it as the slut squirmed. I watched all eight inches sink into her. Fuck I love that first thrust. She does too, apparently. A stream of “fucks” and “shit!” and a few other choice words flowed out of her. It was insensible babble, really, but translated from the language “Sluttish,” it basically meant one thing: “Fuck me like you own me.” Which of course, I do. “MY fucking bitch,” I growled. She. Again second time she just held it in her hand. Was kissing over her whole body. Moved down. Saw the women hood. Fully shaved. Wheaties in color ready to ramp on it. I just touched it. She was whirling like a snake. and then moved towards her knees, toes eating them. Then came back kissing her thighs.Finally moved to heaven. She was pulling me on top of her but I wanted to see the nectar of her. I spread her legs to see the vagina. I was kind a good. I smelt it kind a foul smell. I just got up. "That's good policy. Peter is very good at what he does and I am veryhappy with him. Totally." Margie inhaled thoughtfully. "Celeste knowswhat happened and that's why I invited her here to meet you." Anotherdrag on her cigarette."I don't think I shared with you that I have some unusual sexual tastes,"Margie said leaning in closer. "Over the last few months, I have given into a pleasure I had ignored. I persuaded Peter to let me use a strap on.I let him perform, then have a short rest, he would.