“I’d like to announce some news myself if I may go over to my clothes?”“Sure, go ahead,” she said.I returned with some paper towels and spra... bottle of window cleaner. I got on my knees and started wiping up Brent’s cum first.Brent rooted around in his pants and walked back, still naked, with something behind his back.“Ma’am,” he said to Emma. “Could you stand up, please?”I sprayed the floor with the window cleaner and wiped it clean before moving on to Mike’s puddle of semen.Emma stood up and. At the outset, she did her best to just ignore the hard, cold facts that the man was all but screwing her in public even though her panties and skirt were still in place and pushed up into her crack like some ineffectual defense against immediate carnal knowledge.When she was slightly off balance, he reached out to steady her and she clutched his thick arm like it was a lifeline to preserve her remaining dignity.“I must complement you, Madame, on the tightness of your posterior geography.”She. This story is not about my friend's mousy wifelet. I got a call from my mother. Cousin Janice had died the previous day, cause uncertain, while her older husband was out of town with the c***dren. A dilemma. Janice and I had fucked each other's brains out the prior summer. Before she had some corrective procedure and conceived her own c***d. No, it was two summers earlier. I couldn't just abandon my friend and head off to the funeral -- that would mean Dave and Ashley would have to leave too.. The pullover was white and it fit snug across Peggy’s bust and abs. Peggy went braless and her breasts were well defined in the tight pullover. She looked at her self in the mirror and she liked what she saw. Peggy was convinced that many a cock would be stiff in the supermarket that day. Later that morning Peggy arrived at the supermarket and after parking her car she swung her shapely legs out catching the eyes of several people in the parking lot. Peggy strutted into the store, picked up a.