She was doing things with her tongue I would never have thought of. She was still wearing her shirt, so I told her to stop for a second and take it of.... She did, giving me a big 'ol grin. She threw it across the room, then sat me down on the bed. She kept suckin', and I played with her gigantic titties. I never was a tit man, but I think mayber that was 'cause all my other girlfriends had small-ass titties. These things reminded me of what my pop always called 'em; Dirty Pillows. That's exactly. " You know, I always thought beer went well with pizza," Andy replied, "But that was before Hannah taught me that a little Italian red goes even better." It's not easy to find a pizza place that serves wine," Hannah said. "The barbarians. We'll have to show you some time, though." Yeah, there's this place not far from home that does," Andy said. "I've had better pizza, though. Still, someday we're bound to find a pizza joint that knows wine." I suppose," Hannah sighed. "Sharon, you act like. I licked the head of his cock and gently caressed his balls with manicured nails.Bob smiled again and said in a very business like tone."Right here's the deal. You get £50 for every strip and I expect at least one full strip a night. Anything you make on lap dancing, you keep and I'll waiver all performances charges, but that's our little secret!" So I'm really hired?" I teased, stroking my just fucked slit."Babe I've got to have that pussy regularly!" You know I'm married don't you?" Yes I. With another harsh blow she uttered, "Oh God!" but didn't give me a count."That one didn't count because you never gave it a number. So we'll start over and keep starting over until you remember to count it to five."I loosed another smack and this time she eked out, "One." Her voice was quivering and it was obvious that my dear sweet mother was hot as a firecracker. She was actually humping the end of the armchair. I loved it.A second splat on that fabulous butt and, "Two." She was humping the.