"There you have it my dear," he muttered, somewhat less confident in the nude that in his clothes, "the real Howard Goddard." I like the real Howard G...ddard," said Susan. She ran her fingertips up along Howard's chest. He didn't have a chance to refuse her tender massage. He watchedher delicate small hands go to work on his belly. She slid down onto her knees and applied her succulent lips to the task of sucking him into total passion. His cock flapped upwards with just a touch from her. Then John pulled my hair and wrapped it around his dick. I looked in the mirror. John was beating off with my hair wrapped around his thick cock. You mother fuckers I said. Take me, use me like a whore.I noticed my tits were turning a little purple from being tied.I love to fuck married pussy better then virgin pussy. A married slut who's pussy is just begging for attention. Who's pussy is it?My pussy it's my pussy.Wrong slut. Right now I own your pussy.Yes you do. Fuck my pussy you own, fuck. Oh, how I wish I could have had her right there, but this was her night, not mine. I stopped her before she could get into the dark blue boxers I wore. I layed her on those roses and dug my nose into her panties. I could smell her, I could smell her love filling the room, soon the panties would be drenched. (another cigarette lighting, this boy is on a roll, wouldn’t you say?) My hands reached up and found those perfect B cup breasts. Her nipples were hard, and warm under my fingers as my hand. It had only been two days since Jimmy and Ed had packed up the camera and lighting equipment and left for San Diego, but both girls were already anxious for their return."A penny for your thoughts!" Lucy said to her friend, brushing away a pile of bubbles that obscured her full breasts as she spoke. She was content and happy, although there was still some discomfort in her lower back from that last day's frantic lovemaking. Soaking in hot water had seemed to help, and she hoped that she would.