It is uncut, with no veins visible. His balls are resting on top of his fat cock which is glistening from the juices of the woman next to him. White s...erms are still oozing from the mouth of his cock. The woman was Gina, 49 year old single woman living in middle class neighborhood. The boy was Justin Harry who lived next door with his mother Sheila. "Justin" Gina said "You were great darling." She lifted her hand and caressed the soft penis and balls. The boy's youth reacted almost. Once at her core, I drew back and thrust again, my breath whistling through clenched teeth at the exquisite pleasure of her tight embrace, the soft heat of her holding me."Please..." she sobbed, her nails scr****g my back as she writhed beneath me, the size of my cock, the friction, the power of my thrusts overwhelming her. She couldn't feel the hard rock beneath her, could only feel the hard body pressing to her softness. She couldn't hear the waterfall – the roar of hot blood, the beat of a. “I really enjoy my time with you,” Debbie said. “You’re kind of like a Big Brother to me. Well, a Big Brother that I fuck!” she giggled.I chuckled, “Wishing you had a Big Brother to do that with, Debbie?”“Well, no, but I see how your sister looks at you and acts around you,” she said quietly.Which gave me pause. Who else might see that? Obviously Melanie and Jennifer had, and Joyce might have. Now Debbie was saying something.“She and I are pretty close. We have been for years.”“You’re not doing. His jizz pumping over and over into my snatch. I hungered for it. I pumped my snatch up and down his dick, my clit slamming into his groin on every downstroke. Pleasure sparked through my body.He squeezed my tits harder, grunting, groaning. His hips moved, thrusting his dick up into my snatch, bouncing me. I whimpered, our flesh slapping together. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer.“My sweetling,” he groaned, his voice so throaty.“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” I.