One day her father came home early from work and found her humping a carrot into her wet and sucking hole by spreading her legs on the corner of the r...frigerator and grasping the handle with both hands. He watched her for a couple of minutes, amused by her actions and surprised by the shape of her firm buttocks. All she was wearing was an outgrown undershirt and Keds.When she came, shuddering and shivering, and the carrot popped half way out, he stepped up and grasped her big young breasts from. They are both naked. Stacy is lying on her back and Chet is eating her out. Wow they move quick. My god she is beautiful. Her breasts are immaculate, her body’s proportions are perfect and her face is phenomenal. Cute nose, smooth skin and rosy red cheeks – at least when she is in heat. I have never been into girls but I can definitely see the attraction. The way her cheeks flow into her neck that flows into her chest and perfect breasts that flows into her tummy, legs and mound. I can’t see. Jean watched as the two cocks pressed against her face. They were massive! She moaned as she thought about fucking these two studs. Her hands gripped the cocks and held them in front of her face. Then for no apparent reason her tongue flicked out and licked both boys. She was pleased to hear them both inhale sharply."Perfect! Ok that is enough for now. Ok guys we have a flufer so have seat while we get Jean's kitchen scene.Jean stood up and pulled her dress back up. Her pussy was absolutely. Saturdays and Sundays are for me. Alone.Each incremental step that we plot, I unveil on a Monday. The torso'stwist that for an instant reveals, a sweater in a pastel shade, aflourish for finishing a gesture, a pursing of lips: a moue.Mondays are for the whispers that the girls breath into each other's earsas they nibble on the sweet rolls that they brought to work. Mondays arewhen they unwrap themselves for another week, jackets falling open, coatsslipped off and feelings that had been held.