Ever since the death of his parents, my sister and her husband, in an auto accident. He had fit right in with us, personality-wise, although sometimes...a little quiet. He had a decent sense of humor and we often had laughed together over the years even before all of our tragic losses. I gingerly slid the spatula under and egg and gently rolled it to the opposing side.Chloe picked up her phone again and flipped it open intently scrolling through her recently received texts. “Andrew would you mind. I could feel she was coming, she was moaning very loud. She tightened her pussy around my tongue and she came real hard. She cummed a lot, I drank it all, her cum was all over my face. She relaxed. I rose up from her pussy and looked at her. She looked at me started laughing seeing my face full of her cum. She took a towel and cleaned my face. We kissed & smooched again for some time. She wanted to go for it. She held my hand and took me to her bedroom, She pushed me on the bed and pulled out a. .errr...none. After all, Roland was drenched and stark naked. He was shivering and cringing. His wet hair was plastered to his face and private parts. His scrotum was all puckered up. His dong was sticking up at a strange and embarrassing angle. His goose-pimpled buttocks were positively squelching. And twenty women were howling with laughter at him.)?Hygiene, Roland! Don’t forget that we’re handling food here. Washing facilities are vital, do you not agree???Yes Edith? (shiver. Feel me slide back and forth against your inner walls, bringing sweet friction where you need it." I feel it, my love. I feel you filling me so full. So wonderfully gentle and yet so hard and hot and unrelenting. Go deeper my love. Oh yes, deeper. Spear me with your flesh. Vanquish me."Claire guides her tutor's hand to the impalement. "Feel my mighty cock, Tillie. Feel its wetness, your wetness letting it slide in. Pushing in. Ever deeper. Impossibly deep. Still pushing. Still opening you up.".