As soon as James began moving his cock in and out it proved too much for John and he suddenly held himself rigid as his boyish cock spurted load after...load of white sticky spunk directly into his own mother's cunt. Joan was amazed for it felt like he had delivered gallons of the stuff and yet there was no sign of his cock getting soft. Reverend Deacon was now slamming his cock in as hard as he could as his mind already thought about how Joan would fit in to his harem; he could just imagine her. She stepped back and let it fall to the floor exposing her firm ample breasts. With both hands she reached down and slid her panties down her legs to the floor and stepped out of them. She moved over to the bed, laid down on her back motioning for me to join her. I pushed my shorts down to the floor and pulled my shirt over my head. I climbed over her supporting my weight on my arms. I kissed her once again, my tongue easing into her mouth to meet hers. She reached between us, and wrapped her. My boobs are 36B, a bum is to die for but by far my best features are my good looks and washboard abs. I’ve only had the same boyfriend since puberty. Unlike a lot of lads his age he’s funny, intelligent with a great sense of humour - yes I know what you’re thinking, ‘he’s ugly or at best plain -WRONG. Being sports mad has allowed him to sculpt a fantastic physic, his abs are better than mine! If you can take your eyes off of his body, which I’ve only see while swimming, you will find a. Blame my suspicious nature, a nature nurtured by two cheating ex-wives, but I started keeping an eye on two. When they looked around to see if anybody was watching and then slipped outside I was right behind them. When they got in the backseat of a car and my wife's high heel clad feet all of a sudden were waving in the air I went back inside, got my coat and went on home. I got an angry call about one in the morning."Why did you go home and leave me here?" I thought that you had all ready.