Juice ... and let me know if you need something else. We’re not formal on Thanksgiving morning, so feel free to take your food into the living room ...nd watch the parade.”After grabbing, and quickly eating, a plate of food, I hastened downstairs to take a shower and get dressed before the parade started. On my return, I discovered that watching the parade at this home was just like watching the parade everywhere else I’ve watched it over the years: sitting on the couch and consuming mass. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he tells me that he’s going to cum soon, and do I want it up me? I’m to far gone to think straight, and tell him to breed me. His thrusting became jerky and erratic,And then he pushed all the way into my little girly hole as he wanked my own little cock, and I felt the head of his cock get bigger and then, a hot wet feeling deep inside my arse as he started to shoot his cum up me, that was enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I came in my panties. He. She gets back to sitting between my legs, now fully focused on her massage. She pushes me so close, so close it’s painful, yet she doesn’t allow me to cum. Just the gentlest of touch would have sent me into the orgasm she keeps denying me.Ken grabs my hair and pulls my head back, so I’m rested on the back of the sofa. With my mouth wide open, I see him shoving his beautiful cock into my mouth. He starts fucking me slowly, every so often sliding his entire cock down my throat. My view is a pair. How can we help you?” the sweet young hostess beamed at me, “are we dining in or taking out?”“Oh, definitely taking out ... for a rather large clientele, I assure you. Do I order it from you, Gina?” I flirted brazenly with her while standing there with Chrissy and Jon in tow.“Wait ... are they ... naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily.