He'd rip me apart.I kissed his chest, spending a lot of time sucking his hard little nipples. Then I slowly kissed my way down till I was kneeling on ...he floor in front of him. I had never seen a cock this close before. I gently felt it all over as I examined it. I liked his cock, and I felt a genuine desire to please him.I looked up at him. He was smiling down at me, and the look of masculine superiority in his eyes made me feel so very girlish. I loved that feeling too, I was now able to. With herleft, she spanked me – and hard.‘Please mommy, no…’ I sobbed, tears streaming down mycheeks, my face in her panties. But although I feltutterly humiliated, I was very aroused too. Each slapon my ass hurt, but equally, I was very aroused by herfuriously and roughly wanking me as I sniffed herpanties.It wasn’t long before my cum spurted out onto her hand.I couldn’t bear to look at her as she stood up and hidmy face in her panties. She pulled them away. Brenda’s alabaster skin shown brightest of all of us in the low light. I looked at her and saw her eyes sparkling, and her perky nipples already standing out from her ample bosom. My wife Francine sat on a chair on one end of the semicircle, her naturally hair glistening on her head and her crotch in the lamplight. Marcia sat on the other end, her beautiful young body fully exposed to my view. Margaret sat in the chair between them smiling broadly and waiting intently for the show with Brenda. I can barely ask why you stopped, but you already answer in a relaxed voice. "You have to work for that my naughty boy."That is the first time I hear your voice. It is the voice of a woman who really wants to give it to me, and show no mercy in the progress.I'm still panting and gasping from before but you're wasting no time to let your sweats slide down slowly- to make sure I get to see it all and don't miss a single moment.Now I don't care that I'm still exhausted I've got to fuck you. And.