“Like my ass, bug?” she asked.Wendell was afraid to speak.“Well, fart-face? I asked you a question.” She bounced he ass against his nose for...emphasis. “Do,” bounce. “You,” bounce. “Like,” bounce. “My,” bounce. “Sweet ass?” Bounce, bounce.He mumbled into the wisp of fabric that separated his lips from her ass-crack. “Y-yes, Miss Diana. I love your ass. Yes.”“I can’t hear you, homo. Say it louder. Yell it out so everyone can hear you while you lick the sweat off of it. Go ahead. Tell. Dutifully, I cleaned up and made myself appear presentable.Seeing her—she looked so beautiful, dressed in heels, a summer dress, hair up—caused my stomach to creep up my chest. I felt instantly pathetic having stayed away. And yet, I still couldn't muster the dignity to approach her. Nothing I could conjure in my mind sounded right. The window was getting so small it seemed as if I could never squeeze through, certainly not with the cumbersome load of hurt pride oozing off me.Lily, however, had. I felt Jen grab my shoulders and pulled me to her. Our lips met in a hard, intense kiss. When she broke away, she told me turn around and let her taste me. With Jared still standing next to us, Jen and I moved into a sixty-nine position with me on top of her. I moaned and pushed down as I felt her tongue on me. I hadn't had another mouth on my pussy since before Jared. I look at Jared’s sluts luscious little pussy and spread the lips and began a slow licking and sucking in her crack. Jen was. "Oh, baby!" I hissed, dropping to my knees before him. With my eyes staring at his bulging cock, I placed my palms on his thighs. I gently took his manhood between my trembling fingers. His cock stood up seven inches, hard as possible, its head smoothly swollen. His small piss hole was wet with his pre cum, gleaming invitingly. I closed my fist about my son's cock, testing the hardness by squeezing. The head seemed to bulge more, and a clear bead of love dew bubbled from his piss hole. With my.