But—the bois nasty jock funk was driving me crazy.Kelso was the first—with a sudden yell, consisting of only one word “Cuuuuum”, he yanks from...Braxton's ass, and blows a stream of heavy jock junk just under his balls, and right to my belly—leaving a unbroken stream of thick unbroken jizz. As I crammed my tongue as deep as possible into Patroni's hairy hole, he was next, and also unloaded all over my hard exploding 8-pac, at least a pint of jizz. Grabbing Braxton by the back of his head, I. John looked at me and said he hoped I remembered what he said earlier (about not being responsible for his actions). I laughed and told him that I couldn't blame him. My wife was furious with us as we wouldn't let her in on our little private joke, but she had to stop pouting to get up to answer the phone. It was her sister calling, so Anne Marie said she would only be five minutes or so, and took the phone into the bedroom. John just looked at me and said that he knew all these years that Anne. She informed me that our room was ready and to follow her. Jen looked at me puzzled but I reassured her this was part of her birthday. We followed her to one of the rooms upstairs reserved for private entertainment. This time, we were given the room across from the one I had been in last year. As soon as I entered, it was much the same as I remembered the other one being.She asked us to be comfortable and have a seat. We both sat on the rounded sofa as the hostess left the room. I could tell. We pulled into the drive of this old school, mansion type of house and immediately I swore for not having charged more for the sitting! This place was huge! The woman that met us at the door was definitely a trophy wife. Maybe 30 years old, honey blonde hair, light tan, brown eyes, full lips. Her chest was enhanced but the rest of the body was naturally tight and rock solid. She explained to us that she and her husband had decided they wanted to have k**s, so before she got pregnant, she.