It was perhaps the only bit we had never discussed. Yet, here it was, pressing eagerly on my anus and making rapid progress. So rapid that it must hav... been well lubricated.I came to the conclusion that my pussy juices probably supplied all the armament needed to help it slide inside such a tight little hole. I found myself lifting my bum off the chair and positioning myself a little further forward. I found myself helping him.Once his finger was inside, his tongue latched back onto my clit.I. It looked like he was ready to latch onto one of Meagan's hard nipples and take a drink."Oh! That's even better that what I had in mind. Don't move!" Mother! You are so fucking weird! You want me to pose like I'm going to let him nurse from me?"Without hesitation, Debbie answered. "Yes, pretend you're a Greek goddess giving aid to Hercules if it helps, but yes!"Meagan leaned back toward Peter, but instead of the look of mischief from her flasher pose, she now had an ironic, "I can't believe I'm. Finally Sharon sensed he couldn’t hold back much longer and squeezed her cunt muscles as he was spooning her on their sides. He grunted as he filled the deepest part of her vagina with hot cream. “Thanks for the special delivery, Jim,” murmured Sharon, reminding him that everyone likes praise and appreciation.They snoozed in that position for a while. As Jim was drifting back to consciousness he remembered Rebecca’s advice so he asked, “Sharon, when did you last fuck?”She grinned as she gently. I write letters to the editor.It started innocently enough. On my first go through, when I was fourteen, I had read an article in Popular Science about canoeing, and I wrote back, adding my two cents worth about something I can’t remember anymore, but it got published two issues later. It was like that first hit on the crack pipe, and I was hooked! Over the years I kept reading magazines and newspapers and smoking the crack. What I didn’t realize when I started it but learned later when I had.