Since she was kneeling, I knew there would be no way to get her jeans down unless she wanted them off, so I just pressed harder against her jeans. “...hat are you trying to do to me?” Brooke said realizing that I was going to try as much as she was. With that she put my entire cock into her mouth. It was so warm and so wet. I was about to cum right there, but she must have known and she focused more on my ass; taking the wetness from my dick and rubbing it on my tight hole. I continued to rub her. The Italian groaned inside of him, taking so much pleasure in tasting the remains of his own cock’s musk on the boy. His hands were working faster and faster, and Rocco was now adding force to the tonguing, removing and thrusting his mouth into the hole each time. The rhythm increased, their energy was like nothing before, and Liam was nearly screaming again with the pleasure now being sent from his ass to his brain. He placed his hand on his own meat and began to beat it again, pulsing with. Once a year we got together, especially just to sit outside our old house and talk, and drink wine toasting you both. We’ve also passed on stories about you both to our own children and grand children, so your love will be remembered. Hope you don’t mind, mum and dad, between the three of us, we decided to carry on this tradition so we could all add to it. Seeing as my brothers have both gone, I will pass it on to your eldest grand child to keep safe. Mum, to you, I want to ask if that word. She slowly licks the salt off my wrist and quickly takes her second shot. I motion for her to come in close, I breath on her neck whispering, “That got me a little wet!” I bashfully cover my face, giggle and say, “I think it’s time for another line!!”. This time she breaks it up, into perfectly even straight lines, with a meticulosity that suggests she’s more experienced with blow than she previously let on. She leans over the mirror and her silky black hair hangs in her way. I brush my hand.