.the way she moved……throwing allcaution to the wind….she gasped loudly…..moaned in pleasure……lookedtired but, still wanted more……I sal...te her sexual appetite. I knew that the‘Final Countdown’ had begun. Her clitoris was throbbing and I held it in mymouth and rubbed it with my tongue……moving slowly at first and then gainingspeed with each fine movement. Soon I knew she was about to cum……so I putmy mouth there in position to taste the love juices.Wow……there she lay…..all naked…..having. In fact, it is my pleasure to share immediately with you this newfound intel which you can then decide how best to tell Fat Phil.”“Whoa on the sequence of your thoughts, Boston Shorty. If you have some unfortunate information which will make Fat Phil well, turn into Fat Phil, love him like a brother like I do, then the presentation of these new facts falls most appropriately to the guy what unearths said data. I try to be fair in all passages of information, not wanting to claim kudos where it. Oh, let's do it! You can store up lots and lots of cum for me during the week and every Friday night I'll come and suck you and fuck you dry!"And so the secret meetings were set up. Barbara was already looking forward to them with a passion. Sadly and reluctantly, she kissed her lovers goodnight and slipped out of the car. Smiling sexily, she held up her old cut-offs and cooed, "I'm gonna wear my little mini every Friday night for you. And no panties!"The three parted company laughing with. "I'm sorry, Jack. It's just, well, she's so much younger and prettier than I am and..." Younger only," he interrupted her. "You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Dad was a fucking fool!" he said shaking his head. He tried to lift off her but she wouldn't let go so he just rolled the both of them over until he was on his back with her resting on top. She unhooked her legs and laid them outside of his, her head lying on his shoulder, face nestled into his neck. "You are mine,.