"Morning sweetums. Did you enjoy my little surprise last night?" The pizza and beer, yea, thanks. Who is this?" Oh, sweetums, I'm soooo hurt that you ...on't remember me but I guess youshould be surprised that a ladies man like yourself can't remember onlittle girl. Did you drink all of your beer last night?" Ahh, yea. But who is this? I'm sorry but I don't recognize the voice." Don't worry your little head about it dear. I'm sure that after allthat beer last night you really need to go to the. In no time, she was screaming in ecstasy as she climaxed over and over. I could feel her pussy juice running down over my balls and down my legs. I couldn't get any coherent words out of my mouth, just moans and grunts, each time her cunt slapped back down on my dick., Finally, even though I had just come a short while before, I couldn't hold on any longer, and my sperm jetted deep into her cunt. I couldn't have pulled out of her, or lifted her off my dick, even had I wanted to. As Linda felt. She plants wet and sloppy kisses all over the length of it. She doesn’t wrap her lips around it until she gets all of it at least a little wet and Chance teased to the max. Immediately she begins bobbing her head up and down on him.“Can you taste her on me?” he asks, flashing a grin as he looks down at his wife.Jill quickly pulls her head up and let’s his cock pop out of her mouth. She looks him in the eyes before answering. “I can. And from the taste of her she has to be a sweet little thing.. I carried our conversation to my son’s door, expecting sounds that echoed my own three minutes ago. “Shhh.” I hushed Lana. Hearing nothing, I touched my ear to the door.“ ... the boy was eyeing Julie’s test, but I shook my finger...” Talking. They were just talking. I shook my head and returned to the living room. After all, a mom should let her son have his privacy.“What time is dinner, Fran?”I covered the microphone with a finger and called out. “Jerry! Is Caroline staying for dinner?”“Um.”.