"I tried to stop the bleeding," she said. "But I knew it was too lateeven before I started. She died in my arms. I didn't do it, but it ismy fault....Max mind was racing. What should he do? His beloved Debbie. What wasshe saying? Did it matter? She was upset. He took Debbie into hisarms. Her blood-soaked hands clasped his back."Who did it?" he said softly but firmly. "How is it your fault?" It was Dee," she said tearfully. "I invited Dee to visit and havelunch. Then mother turned up,. She was a girl that loved to do things on the spur of the moment and sometimes that led to little spats when she had to bestow her favors on more than one stud at the same time. I suspected she made those little errors on purpose because she seemed to derive an inordinate amount of pleasure from trying to satisfy two gentlemen at the same time from different angles and with an equal amount of passion. I had watched her do just that from the peephole in the bathroom medicine cabinet on a full. Yeah...gonna spunk again...best pull out...if I can...'The old boy pulled his twitching shaft out of 101's ass and quickly shuffled towards her, wanking his massive cock and feeling the thick load that was seconds away! He knew that his hard on would last for a few hours yet, but he didn't mind, he knew that there were plenty of sluts in this part of town who needed a fuck, no strings attached; fine by him. He knew his cock would be sore and red when it eventually went limp, but he didn't mind.. " She blushed again and said "You're a stink!" and then laid back and as she held her stomach, I poured some wine on her and begin to suck it all up. I took some extra time and begin to lick her stomach and she had her eyes closed and said "That feels good." So I poured some more wine on her and kept going. From the Jacuzzi, we heard Becky say "Get a room!" All of us started laughing.When Becky laughed, her belly wiggled and wine was all over her. I started to lick it all off. I glanced.