I kinda thought this was a neat delegation of work, at least at the time, but the routine nor the chore for each ever changed. Dad seldom spoke direct...y to me. He did ask what my father did and was surprised he was a vice president of an oil company. Marge perked right up on that point. [another danger sign]Another week or two passed and Marge reminded me of asking her to marry me. I was totally thrilled, but she wanted to meet my folks first. I should point out, that at this time, dad was. The scouts relaxed as they said that they had encountered those warriors, and one of the men had been killed in the raid. Fighting Hawk thought for a minute before he spoke. "They are probably heading to Ute territory. Their marked face means instant death by any Cheyenne. If they have captives and want to trade them, then they will probably head to the Ute." The scouts considered his words and nodded their understanding. They thanked the warriors and stood to leave, but one of the scouts. She gagged a little and he let her catch her breath before slapping his dick on her face. “You gotta take the whole thing baby. Don’t tell me you can’t take dick.” He teased before helping her onto the couch. She laid down and he sat between her legs and inhaled her sweet juices before sticking his tongue out. My wife began to shiver as Jerry’s tongue swirled over her clit before burying itself between her lips. Dana was holding the back of his neck now and grinding her pussy against his mouth. His knees felt weak and he had a pit in his stomach as he joined them on the bed. He could smell the musky scent of Tyrone's strong athletic body mixed with the fragrant aroma of his wife's arousal and it made his cock twitch incessantly. He'd never been so close to an aroused naked man and his heart raced. At Tyrone's coaxing he slid his hands up the black man's taut rippled abs. His body felt smooth and warm and when Tyrone let out a soft moan Michael was inspired to do more. He cupped.