I've been thinkin' 'bout doin' this until I'm almost makin' a puddle right here on the table."Ron smiled at her small joke. Reaching her, he ran a han... up her leg from knee to crotch. Even after all the times he'd caressed her thighs, their softness still tugged at his loins. When he tried to slide his hand under her to find out how much she was exaggerating about her flow of moisture, he found instead that her position on the table kept him from reaching her. She sat too far back to slide his. “Sorry, sweetheart, no Merlot.”“Sure, there is. Right behind you.” I turned towards the voice and there was a woman, sitting at the end of the bar. I hadn’t noticed her until that moment. She was, I guessed, pretty tall, and she had long, black hair that fell to her mid-back. Black eyes, her clothes were dark, a dress of velvet in a mix of deep red and black. I couldn’t see her feet.'When,' I asked myself, 'had she come in?'Denise looked a tiny bit exasperated. As she turned to the shelf, she. “Pull her panties!” some boys shouted.Hands were around me, and I felt my panties being pulled out. Several of them had their cocks out, aiming them to my mouth level. I seldom had done a blowjob for my husband, we rarely had sex anyway, more so now that we are already reaching our 50s. We do not have kids as firstly, we both are career minded folks and success in life is our priority. Secondly, my husband has a very low sperm count, and years ago a doctor already had told us it would be hard. They were taking the shortest route through the park, as not even Holly could last too long with gloves and kneepads.As she crawled beside Isaac, her slit glistened with fresh arousal. Crawling on her hands and knees, pretending to be a dog or house cat, had always been one of her favorite games. She often wished she could transform into an animal, but she always had to settle with childish pretending. She had never been able to take it to such extremes like this.“Master, you spoil me,” she.