Sure enough Mrs Hunt let out orgasmic gasp after erotic gasp as she came. Her eyes were tight shut as she welcomed the orgasm just as she always did w...ether with another woman or in bed by herself. When she actually came she was lost in the rush of flutters deep inside her. It was just the best orgasm ever just as she had hoped. Grace stopped licking Mrs Hunt as she heard the loud gasps turn back in to heavy breathing. She had enjoyed giving Mrs Hunt her orgasm just as she always enjoyed giving. His mouth finding the skin of her hard nipple. Sucking on the left. Squeezing the right between his fingers. He continued this for a couple minutes before sitting up, his cock still in her. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her down. Rocking his cock in and out of her. He grabbed one of her legs and put it on his shoulder. Now he was hitting a spot that made it feel even better than before. For a moment, she thought she might come again. But, abruptly, he stopped."Turn around. Get on. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh bro I am getting wet aaaahhhh. He is so good.I: tell me what you do that time?P: I just crease his hair and moan like aahhhhh which gives him more pleasure.I: thenP: then he enters his dick in my pussy and he love riding me him. So I do it and then he ejects in me or on my breast in something 5 or 6 min. That’s it.I: don’t you kiss him like his chest neck? Don’t you give him blow job? Don’t you try 69?P: noI: then it’s obvious that he get upset.P: but I don’t know how to. “Yeah, that’s the polite version,” he proffered. “Obviously, with my surname and height, that’s what most people assume,” he then mischievously replied.Intrigued by this, I became compelled to learn the impolite version.“Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I will tell you,” he conspiratorially responded.“Scout’s honour,” I jokingly countered with the appropriate saluting gesture.An uneasy look now overcame John’s face, like someone who had misspoken. In the pause that followed, I was about.