She looks down at me and smile as to say, Yes that was a good job. I move up on top of her letting my hard dick sit in her folds of her very wet pussy...lips, and hold myself up on my elbows, letting my chest just touch her pointy titties. I kiss her letting her taste her own juices and grinding my dick into her little wet slit. I look at her and say; " Well daddy satisfied you. Can you satisfy your daddy? I would really like a blow job. " She looks back at me and say; " I don't want to suck you. . what books?” I ended sheepishly.“Yes darling, those books you sweet, horny little closet pervert,” Mrs. Carson said with a grin.“Okay,” I said, defensively. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I have a stash. So what?!”We had lost our privacy in the dining room. The meal has been over for quite a while and the staff is hovering around our table, waiting to clean up and get the room ready for lunch.We went to our rooms and got ready for a day on the town. Jo and I only had to brush our. " He pulled her close as they spun slowly around the room.Melody shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Perhaps we did, but never thought about it except subconsciously. But, I'm glad it was her. We have been like a couple for so long, it seemed almost natural."Titus stopped and lifted her chin to his face. His blue eyes reflected the look of desire that he felt for the strawberry-red head he held in his arms. "I hope I seem natural."She grinned and pulled his head down to meet her lips. "I. “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck,” the girls called. “F*ck him Margaret. Ride him like a bronco-buster.” Margaret began slowly. Tantalizingly slowly. She inched herself down until she was deeply impaled upon his throbbing swollen captive flesh so that her blond silken pubic hair crushed down upon his luxuriant dark mat. Then she rode him – slowly at first, then with frenzy. But she stopped. She was holding his swollen balls – one in each hand – and she could tell that he was about to explode. She did what the.