… After a while of my brother & her going back & forth. The question came about of who was more endowed? Me or my brother? I saw her look over at me...to see my reaction & I just smiled. The seed was planted deeply & I knew she was getting turned on & most likely had a soaking wet pussy. It had gotten late & I had announced "I was tired & heading to bed" ha, of course they would stay up for a night cap. Indeed they would..... Now I had been upstairs in the bedroom for a while, had turned an air. I thank you just the same for your recommendation, Mademoiselle Bazin.” Valentina crossed her arms and replied, “All that, from one look? How can you be sure? And, you are most welcome, just the same, Monsieur...” She extended her left hand. A tradition among fencers is to shake an opponent's hand with their non-weapon hand. The weapon hand is always gloved, and holding the weapon, it is quicker and less clumsy after a match, to shake hands with the left hand. It is also an old tradition of. He continued to lick my ass hole until my cock was rock hard and I was moaning to be fucked. I'd left a condon on the bed for him to use and heard him slide it on.I sensed him rubbing lube on his cock behind me then felt the rock hard tip against my very wet hole (wet from all the spit from his tongue) I began moaning again as his teased me.Then that amazing feeling of a strong and solid push against my hole I relaxed and pushed back then came the little pop and I felt the full length of him. She pulled her knees back almost to her chest, spreading as wide as she could so that he had full access to her. He thrust his tongue into her hole and wiggled it. She really liked that. He could almost close his mouth over her entire pussy and suck it. Suck the juices out of her. Juices which were intoxicating and delicious as they flowed over his tongue. He moved his lips to her clit and gently tried inserting a finger into her hole. She was tight, probably too tight for a cock. He had no.