“I thought of that, too, but it’s not there either.”Shelley couldn’t help shaking her head in disbelief as she watched the two of them try to ...ocate the missing whiteboard. With Lindsey in a pretty yellow sundress and her deep auburn hair pulled back in a cute ponytail, she and Megan honestly looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. It wasn’t fair.“How in the world does she manage to look so good after having seven kids?” she grumbled to herself. “While I look like this after only. I stroked them, this strange thrill racing through me. I was holding futa-cocks in my hand. Hard, throbbing clit-dicks. They felt like mine, the hard core and the outer layer of skin that shifted over it. Precum beaded their tips.Ji-Min sucked with hunger behind me. I had to do as good a job as her. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I swallowed the tip of Yen's cock. I tensed against the taste of her precum, but it wasn't bad. Salty.I sucked.Not bad at all.I stroked their cocks, Azra's. I think it gives them a sense of power, just like a blow job. 'It's good to be king.' Especially when she's on her knees. But Charlie made it his fetish. I didn't mind, because I felt the power myself, his little nuts squirming away from me at the slightest touch, terrified at the pain they would suffer if I simply exerted just a little more effort. And besides, I love that musky aroma when I'm way down in his groin.I stroked his cock as I sucked on his balls. Then it was time for another of. ‘Yes, OK, you can see it now. I am 3 months gone,’ I said, noticing Jazz made no effort to cover his swinging cock and now had his arms very proudly folded.‘Wait a minute love, you don’t mean, no way, no, surely not, not again love. It’s his ughh?’ she asked, expecting the answer to be no it’s hubby Mick’s.‘Hahaha…sheet, you needs to ask Mrs who’s it is…hahaha.’ Jazz roared out, making his dick swing, his foreskin now retracting over his bulbous bell end. The last wet drops of our spunky union.