I feel Amber nod. I nod too. I can smell the aroma of chicken coming from the kitchen. My stomach starts to call for food. Amber is removed first and ... hear the clicking of the handcuffs being placed on her wrists. I hear her moan as she is escorted out of the room. I listen for footsteps coming back towards the room. I hear the door open and the keys rattle, my is left arm released from it tight position and I am allowed to let it go to my side. I feel the rush of fresh blood going to places. She couldn’t seem to swallow enough cum our get fucked hard enough. Becky seemed to take her looks from her mom. She was 18 and one of the hottest girls John had ever laid eyes on. Fortunately his wife wanted sex enough to keep him from thinking about his daughter.Recently, though, Becky seemed to be teasing him a lot. She would wear skimpy clothes, hug him too much, and sit on his lap whenever she got a chance. One day Kate said, “You know you better watch out for Becky. She seems to be pretty. It doesn't get any sexier than that. I mean, really! Tina had put too much bleach in the last load of laundry, so when I put them on that morning, my underwear was ripping and tearing all day long. I hadn't noticed until it was too late!Anyway, I didn’t care at this point because my wife had my dick in her mouth and was sucking away, rather gloriously, I might add. Cotton briefs and the accompanying holes long forgotten, my wife led me by the dick over to where Pauline was sitting on the bed.. .. further back."Charlie's cock jumped. He had complicated thoughts about the time Jo stuck a finger up his ass the first time he had sixty-nine-ed with Christy but felt too embarrassed to talk about it afterward. Therefore, when Christy had expressed some anxiety over receiving any similar attention, he quickly agreed and dismissed the territory as out of bounds. He did often wonder what it would feel like though, and how it would be different from regular sex. The Internet seemed to think it.