The feel of her name being said by my lips has a pleasant feel. Like its always belonged there. It just feels right. I pinch her nipples and she lur...hes forward, bumping her crotch on my cock. "Fuck," I mumble. It had felt good. I let her tits go, look at her, and then laugh. We both laugh. She stands up, looking around. "You do like me," there was an arrogance to her tone that I enjoyed, oddly enough. "Who wouldn't?" I ask her before bringing her in for a kiss again. It suddenly seemed. She let out a howl, clamped her thighs on Billie's head, and came for what felt like hours compressed into just a couple of minutes. Billie lifted her smiling face, shiny with her mother's cum covering her from her nose to her chin and from ear to ear. Betsy followed suit on her mother's fingers, three of which were buried in her daughter's love hole, and came hard and made no effort to hide her pleasure and satisfaction. "Well, girls, that was better than I thought it would be. Pretty fucking. . I did." Why are you telling me?" I have to. It's consuming me. I did it six times on Friday. Twice in the bathroom at the office, and once at my desk after everyone else had gone. Then eight times on Saturday, and nine yesterday. Conrad, it's consuming me. It's becoming an obsession." Alright... but that doesn't answer my question." No, you don't understand. I'm telling you so I'll stop. I'm telling you so that you'll know what a freak I am and it'll break this terrible tension."Conrad shook. It was all driving me crazy with desire, envy, and excitement. As her orgasm crescendoed and she began to fiercely squirt all over our sectional, I thought I was going to faint. Janelle did not squirt and cum like that when we had sex, at least not since the first year of our now ten year marriage.“I told you I could make you squirt,” Mike spoke as he rose from between her legs up onto his feet, clearly proud of himself as he looked down at the messy puddle that was once my wife.Totally out of.