The previous nights last minute choreshad only stretched to the hand wash of the frilled white maids apron whichMichelle had selfishly and indulgently...defiled with her own creamy cum as aself reward to herself for getting David ready for work.His Grocery Assistant black cargo pants and blue polo shirt were ironed andwaiting.The morning routine was natural to Michelle now, not that it hadn't beenbefore her weeks holiday from the store but with quality time as herself itwas even more so. Already. She says, "I want you to use your hands, but stay on your back." I oblige. She squirts some lube into her hand and applies a liberal amount to my wrapped member. She comes up on her knees, straddling me, and sinks back three times and I'm in... barely. This is how she loves to start. My head barely inside her, her hand on her own clit. She rides up and down, an inch in, a half inch out. I slide out a couple of times, but she quickly recovers and never becomes greedy. I can't say the same for. ”“Well, I have a little surprise waiting for you back at the house, and I can hardly wait to share it with you.” The sweetest smile spread across her lips, but I knew that it hid devious intentions.We walked into our dimly lit house.“I’m going to take a minute to freshen up. Meet me downstairs in our bedroom in 10.”She handed me her coat and descended the stairs. I headed up the other stairs of our split floor entry into the living room. I busied myself with my phone, scrolling through some of. He stood still and let me bob my head up and down on him until his cock was soaked.Without speaking, Mac and Kyle switched places with each other. Mac’s cock filled my mouth, flooding it with the taste of my cunt. I took as much of his shaft as I could into my mouth, but could only get down about halfway. I stroked what was left out with my hand as Kyle positioned himself between my legs. I heard Kyle spit and looked up to see him reaching his hand down to lube up his cock. He then moved the.