He licked her again, just a bit more, and the hips moved again. He put out his tongue and dragged the full length of it across the clitoris, and Marcy...shook with passion, grabbing John's head and pulling it deeply into her cunt, groaning loudly.John let her recover, then began again, licking the outer edges of her cunt, then working his way slowly down to the little hole that now was pulsing with anticipation. When he reached it and licked lightly at the entrance, the girl sighed with pleasure,. A hazy flash of naked female legs teased my mind, whose were they?My grandparents are Irish so the funeral reception was more of a wake. A party to celebrate the life of my grandmother, not her death. Alcohol and stories flowed, food was consumed rapidly only to be replaced with more from an endless supply in the main kitchen. I remember talking to several young women as the evening stars grew brighter but I also remembered that the last guest left the house around 10:30. After that it was just. Me on top, ass in the air, occasional sight of the black poker leaving my wide open cunt, then disappear again into the spunk lined depths.'Woo Babe, that's it. Ride my shaft again, Yeah fuck it Babe. Ohh yeah your so juiced up, so slippery and open, love it,' he moaned sucking my tits, undoing the red string on the baby doll.The tits fell out of the poorly supported nighty and smacked against each other as I bounced up and down on him. He risked a face slapping from the anxious milkers as he. Perhaps she had an abortion already. Just as it sexually excited him to think of Emma as a slut and a whore, it hurt his head for him to think of her as a slut and a whore. He hated thinking of her in that derogatory way. If she was a slut and a whore for kissing him, then he was a slut and a whore for returning her kiss. If she was a slut and a whore for sucking his cock then he was a slut and a whore for eating her pussy. Besides, he’d much rather think of her as his slut and whore rather.