As she stood, the rings through her pussy lips clinked together, then picked up a familiar rhythm as she strode into the kitchen.With nobody home, she...didn't bother with a robe. Standing before her coffee maker in her teddy, the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile as the cool morning air chilled a runnel of cum, deposited by her husband the night before, as is slowly dribbled down her thigh. Without thinking, she reached down and scooped up the slippery reminder of last night with her. I was hungry for another one* She arrived over about 20 minutes later, she was wearing a nice skin tight dress that showed her curves incredibly well with nights tights underneath. When she started having a few drinks with us we all started sharing fuck stories we had experience and then looked at her BF John and walked over and sat next to me and started stroking my already semi hard cock through my pants. She stared into my eyes intensely and then said "come on boys, lets head to your bedroom. “No, please,” she begged.“Not so cock sure now – but cock happy,” said Ezra.He pushed, and pushed, and pushed until hers screams were ear-shattering, until her cervix was a slave to the invader, until she felt she would be split in half.“Now. Let’s enjoy.” He said in a matter-of-fact way, humping her. She was rather impaled than fucked.It was like the head of his cock was somewhere between her boobs, just below her throat – IT WAS!He humped her for a full 20 minutes before dumping a bucket. Beverly and mom were chatting andwhen we started to get a bit carried away Mom suggested we cool it a bitor at least till we got home. I beginning to get smitten with Patricia,and reluctantly we stopped fondling each other.At home we sat in the lounge and the first thing I did was to remove myshoes. Patricia offered to rub my feet if I did the same to hers. We saton the couch with our feet in each other's laps and began to massage eachother's feet while Mom and Beverly went to prepare a.