His manhood throbs against my tongue, and I need more. I have to open so wide to take him in. I can feel every ridge and vein as he slides between my ...ips. When my lips touch my fingers, I lift my eyes to his. Gone is the fear of discovery, replaced by hungry need. All it takes is a tickle of my tongue or a squeeze of my lips to pull his strings. My seemingly subservient posture is a ruse. Down here, on my knees, I’m in control. I could tease him. I could make him beg. But not tonight. He. Tim was my best friend and I obviously loved visiting his house to play D&D or hang out or whatever, but my secondary motive was to see Rochelle. I especially loved visiting in the summer and stayed overnight at his house whenever I could during summer vacation. Rochelle was fond of wearing fairly skimpy outfits; nothing risque, just very form-fitting or lightly revealing. My favorite outfit of hers was a pink shorts and strapless-halter-top ensemble. The shorts weren't especially tight, but. It certainly did not look like that was the case when he entered the castle basement and found his new bride face down across the stone table with her knickers at her ankles and both of the caretakers taking turns at her reddened rear-end sported by their punishing hands. The whimpers his Maude was making revealed that she was equally as supportive of the activity as the two laborers.He stood there for a long time watching his new wife taking it all in stride and gasping when each of the randy. I think I detected a hint of sadness in her eyes but she didnot complain. I stopped walking quite quickly and she immediately came to ahalt. I bent over slightly with my bare ass hanging out and she immediately puther nose in my ass and sniffed deeply. I wiggled my ass slightly and she beganvigorously licking my ass hole. I rarely wiped very well when I took a shitand I know that large remnants of shit lined my hairy hole. She licked themin eagerly and swallowed them. It is amazing how electric.