"AHHHH. FUCK, FUCKING BITCH!!" You cry out as your convulsing cock shoots rope after rope of your pent up load deep into my wifes quivering pussy. You...push so hard and deep that she is pushed tight against me. My back is to the car now as you sandwich my wife between us. My cock is pressed against her belly and you keep trying to cram more of yourself inside her. Your balls tight as they empty themselves in that soaking wet pussy.Finally you pull your long cock free with a wet sloppy sound. You. H.E. (New Hopewell Era)Isabelle was stepping out of a shower in her apartment at Spirit House when her doorbell chimed. "Just a minute!" she called out as she threw on a bathrobe. Deciding she was decent, she walked across the living room to her door, briefly admiring the last of the evening twilight and the first evening stars. She opened the door and found Kalea standing outside in a nightgown. "Hi Kalea! Something I can do for you?" Hi Isabelle! Mayoni and I are going to make some popcorn. Eventually Janie began to mature and as a teenager quite a lovely set of breasts grew, but now she wore complete bathing suits and tops and was a lovely vision in her first bikini, but we still teased her calling her by her nick name though she seemed to not let it bother her and seemed to be proud of her womanly chest now. By eighteen I joined the military and left home so didn,t see much of the old town only returning for a few leaves before my late parents decided to sell up and move to. I stopped licking and picked a stiff curl of hair from my tongue, wiped my mouth the back of my hand.“Does this feel good?” I said, still pumping her with my fingers.“Yes,” she whispered.“Do you want me to keep licking it?”“Yes… please.”“Say ‘lick my wet pussy'.”She just kept breathing hard, and thrust her hips up, almost like a plea.“Say it,” I murmured.“I… I can’t…”“You need to tell me. I want to hear it,” I said gently. “Say ‘lick'.”“Lick.”“‘My’”“My.”“‘Wet.’”“Wet.”“‘Pussy.’” I put my lips to.