‘I wouldn’t mind getting my dick wet, if that’s what you mean.’ I licked my lips, gawking at her cleavage. She bit her lip and giggled. ‘Mr....Barkley, you are very naughty.’ She jiggled, teasing me with her jugs. She reached up and touched my hair. ‘You look tired, Mr. Barkley. You must have a lot of stress. Look at that furrowed brow and those sad eyes.’ She smiled. ‘Greta will make you feel much better.’ She grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh. It was just as soft as I had imagined. I. Obviously he had studied me extensively. I didn't know my stats exactly, but Al's numbers sounded about right."I included Tennessee because of how our team reacted when the Vols took away our deep game," I explained. "I made key catches when there wasn't a lot of room for the passing game. I blocked hard to spring Damian Thompson free. His running was the key to our win. I included Nebraska because we were getting our butts whooped until my hit on their linebacker. I had to set the tone for my. She had her hands rubbing the dick over the pants.Oh, heavens, her hands were rubbing my devil inside the pants. My hands traveled, grabbing the huge round ass cheeks and squeezing those soft spongy asses hard. She was sucking my lips, tongue. Our mouths were intertwined with tongues finding ways inside each other’s mouth.She broke the kiss, removed the belt from her slim hips. She unbuttoned the shirt top buttons. Oh god, her boobs are so heavy that they are about to jump out of her shirt. I. “Sister there something I need to tell you…” I said. “Last night after you went to the bathroom, you did not clean your…..your..pus..err…Pundai. Well I wanted you to be clean so I wash your vagina and applied lotion.” “Lotion!” she laughed to hide all embarrassment between me and her. Then she taught, the so call lotion was also inside her. “No this can’t be… I mean I don’t understand…the lotion is inside me as well.” She replied. (“Oopps!! What am I suppose to say now..??”) “Akka…well I.