I was becoming sick and tired listening to the same bullshit. She just wouldn't get off my back.I think all this arguing stems from the time when I wa... a boy. Back then, my mother always wanted more kids around, but my father felt one was enough. So, when I didn't hold on to girlfriends for longer than a year at a time, my mother saw this as a sign that I would turn out just like my dad and never have any kids. My father has since passed on and mother lives alone in their house. She's a real. By now, I had gone in for a few more strokes inside Melissa’s pussy, so I pulled out and faced Farah and Henry, who now pressed his cock against her booty.“Fuck my wife, slave. Give it to her, good and rough. I’m about to screw your fiancee,” I told him, bending Farah over the loveseat and yanking her slacks down to slip my cock into her drenched and slippery twat.Melissa’s reaction to having a new dick in her slit was electric. She bucked her hips even harder now, taking full advantage of the. As I drove I started undoing buttons a few at a time, as my nerves allowed. By the time I reached the mall I had opened them all. I drove around the mall for a bit, but with the rain there was hardly anyone around. I headed for some busier streets on my way to HWY 99. I was really getting turned on once I began sitting in traffic. I reached into my shirt and began caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I figured it was now or never. I open the shirt. I. Hi, I whispered as I slid over to her. It took her a few moments to recognize me, but when she did, a smile appeared on her luscious lips. We caught up quickly as we waited for the ceremony to begin. But we only got a few words out before the priest began his sermon. We spent the next few minutes in silence. That is, until emotions got the better of Candy and she burst into tears. I reached out to give her a comforting pat on the back, but she took it as an invitation to bury her face in my.