I’ll probably meet you at the bus stop those days. We’ll have to figure it out with Rachel.”“Are you going to keep taking Spanish?”“We nee... two years for college, so yes. Dad took Spanish, but also German. They don’t offer German at school, just Spanish and French. Mom One took Latin, and Mom Two took French.”“How did your moms meet?”“At college in California. Mom One used to live in Ohio close to my dad, but her family moved to Seattle when she was a Senior. She was supposed to come to IIT. My wife sat on the side and watched as I filled our new friend full of my hot cum. Then my wife eased onto the bed and between the ladies legs and ate my cum from her pussy. We all cleaned up and fell asleep on the bed. In the morning we woke to a new day and with new energy. I eased off into the bathroom to pee and on my return my wife was laid out on the bed with the lady in between her legs eating her pussy. It did not take long for my cock to get hard and I eased in behind the lady and. Some, like me, have but one story, but one that will live in their hearts until the day they die. I was born in 1834 in the village of Burbage, near Hinckley in Leicestershire. Although only a village lad, the elder son of a poor framework knitter, I had the inestimable privilege of being educated at grammar school at the expense of my generous patron Alderman Biggs of Leicester. I received this munificent gift, not by any merit of my own, (as I fear that this narrative will amply show), but. No screams, just whimpers and soft moans of pleasure. I continued to rock into her as she thrust back and forth as well, the two of us in perfect rhythm. My hands massaged her breasts as she reached back and played with her own clit, hurdling towards orgasm. Finally, with a deep thrust, she came. Her arms wobbling, she fell face first onto the bed, still thrusting to and fro on my dick. I, however, had yet to cum. I rolled her over and began to thrust deep and slow as we now fucked missionary.