I could taste the precum and I just got more horny. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his seman so much. I felt the foreskin rubbing ...cross my tongue and I pushed up to stimulate his cock so it would explode in my mouth. Then I felt his hands intertwined into my hair. Doug took over and started facefucking me. He rammed his cock down my throat. I kept my tongue up against his dicks foreskin. I looked up and he was looking at his cock going in and out of my mouth. He saw I was. I’m going to pick up some food, you guys hungry?” my husband asked. “Yes, I’m starving! Can you get me a sandwich from Little Italy?” I asked, not because I was hungry, but to buy John and I some time alone. The trip across town to Little Italy and back usually takes at least thirty minutes. “I’m already going to Palermo’s. Can I get you something from there?” he asked. “No! I really want my sandwich from Little Italy!” I insisted, knowing this was my only chance. “Ok, fine,” he. I felt thick and hard in my hand, and I wanted to size it up with my mouth. I jacked and rubbed you both a few minutes longer than the rules but in my defense neither of you were complaining. A few drives passed with a lot of back and forth punts. On the next Seahawks drive, Wilson handed off to Marshawn Lynch, who ran it in for a touchdown. I acted as if I mad, but honestly, I was hoping this would happen! I got on my knees, and you both stood over me and I took turns pleasing you both by. They would always make me laugh. Now, she was friends with another girl, who was blond. I was also friends with this blond girl. I was close to her, let’s called her Mickster. Now, Mickster and I had been texting. I’m glad that I could talk to her about mostly anything. One day, Linda, Mickster, and their mutual guy friend, Aussie, I will call him, were all talking during a logical studies class. I joined in. Linda had a necklace between her boobs and was talking about how warm her.