I was so tired of chicken noodle soup and so sure that this snack not only would taste better but be more satisfying. I dove in, slurping up as much o... that sweet/salty pussy juice as I could. At the same time, I could feel the mouth of the mother of my dear Andrea taking my dick deeply. It had been six days since my dick had had this experience. He was quite sensitive. My balls eagerly responded. I do not think Mary was ready for such a rapid response. She seemed to choke with the first surge,. Anyone. The butt plug seemed to pump... pump... pump... into her ass with every little bump in the road as they drove. Her nipples pulsed with every tiny bounce and jiggle of the van. It was getting to be more and more difficult for Daniella to gauge the passage of time. Things just seemed to happen, and slide by. Like the trails of light on either side of the van, spelling "Dommmiiiiinnnniiicaaaaaaa..."Of course the name of the club was "Dominica's" -- at least, as far as Daniella could tell.. I grab your top and as I lift it up, you raise your arms; I drop it to the floor and reach for your bare breasts. You are thrusting your hips back and forth at me; I pull you back just a bit as you lean forward and put your hands on the counter to brace yourself. Your face is so close to your mirror face, but you are watching my face. 15:04I pull my Dick from between your legs as my hands push your panties over that fine ASS, and they land on the floor. As I push my Dick back between your legs,. I could only nod my agreement as I was utterly unable to verbalize thathe was correct."Okay," he said simply. "I'm okay with that."And he turned to face me directly, letting his cock dangle before me,waiting to see how I would approach the task. Grace was there toprovide direction."Touch it baby," she said.I reached out and touched it. I'd touched a cock before. Mine. Iknew what a living cock felt like. But this was different. Was itbecause it wasn't mine? Or, was it because of its.