They acted as if they were completely unaware of the three guests. They were having their normal chit-chat, and the older one was asking about how the...flowers were going to be placed. The florist answered her questions, giving her, apparently, sufficient answers, and fielding the next question. The two younger women were trying to catty on a conversation with the two much younger guys, but received almost no response from them. They were MUCH too busy taking in the scenery. Betty, frustrated. Mouth open, Melinda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Brian’s pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple of feet away from the couch.“Oh crap,” Brian gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. “I totally forgot about the napkins. I… I’m so sorry, Melinda!”She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Brian seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the. Duke began swelling and she continued to cry out in orgasmic bliss while he squirted his seed deep into her womb. She rocked her hips as his thrusts diminished. His knot was hitting her g spot and sending tremors of pleasure rumbling through her very soul. Duke stopped thrusting and stood still over her for a few moments then began licking her face and breasts. Every time his soft tongue ran over her throbbing nipples she would spasm in ecstasy. Dana was in heaven, or so she would have. Anita drove first, since the car would be finally for her. My sweet wife looked happy, with her short loose skirt riding up her thighs, showing plenty of her tanned legs. Ron sat in the passenger seat, explaining all the buttons and dials. It was a very nice car, but Ana did not think it was enough powerful. So the guy suggested we could try the diesel version… With his black hand on Anita’s thigh, he said that he had something even bigger that might suit her better. Ana giggled but I did not.