"Nikki smiled, then both she and Marcy turned their attention to the newcomers."Nikki, Marcy, this is Tijuana and Sharon," said Kamon. With you two ge...ting into movies, Jamal and I needed someone to take your place on the web site." You mean you've replaced us already?" asked Marcy, incredulously."No, not replaced. Jerry says we've got to branch out, get some new talent, some new faces. Hey, we're still gonna feature you two, but what with your chance at making films we've gotta make sure we. If he wants something to lick, let him lick your asshole. Roll over.” I don’t think he ever broke rhythm while uttering those words. He pounded me and pounded me. Her move was like the beautiful woman on the beach blanket beside you who makes a performance out of the simple act of turning over. The whole thing clicking into a man’s brain at the rate of 32 frames per second. Each one a snap shot of feminine grace and pulchritude. Each one would qualify for inclusion in the photo spread in some. I recall little else of the phone call from Aunt Shannon. When she stated that mom had died, I must have turned very pale. Dad and my brothers noticed and stopped their dinner conversations. After I hung up with Aunt Shannon, I turned to them and said, "Mom has died. That was Aunt Shannon. She had cancer."Everyone was in shock. Michael began with denial, "It can't be. She can't be gone." Tears began to flow down his cheeks. Dad rushed to his side and grabbed him in a strong hug. Soon after. When I slowly move back and forth her lips wrap half way around my dick. It’s not long before her aroused clit is bumped on every pass of my dick. She’s so wet I can feel her juices soaking my shaft. All the while she’s struggling to escape but that will never happen. Taking up my belt that’s around her waist I line up my dick. My wife, feeling my dick-head lodge into her pussy braces herself to receive her most recent fantasy; to be r4aped by a burglar!She’s so wet that I sink into the tight.