Thing. In the dim green light I sawClaire kneeling in front of me, her eyes closed, her face slack. As Istarted to move, I felt the object inside me ...ently retract. In asecond I was free. I opened the door and light streamed into thecloset. I shook Claire's shoulder and she seemed to snap out ofwhatever trance she'd been in.More properly, whatever trance we'd both been in. Looking at theclock, we'd lost almost three hours. My head ached, but surprisingly mybody felt strangely energized. . I am sure I released far more love juice down that hole than I did piss.I would often wonder how I could possibly get to be alone with just one of them; any of them. I am not one of those girls who need certain size, colour looks etc. If they are male of a nice disposition and don’t mind me taking charge of their cock for a while, I will welcome them with open arms, or should I say open legs?Then an opportunity arose that I could not afford to miss. It was a Sunday and only two men were due at. I lay in my rudimentary copulating position as his foreskin peeled back on its own will, revealing an angry red swollen head, bobbing up and down as it descended to my waiting wet organ, the last thing I saw was a bubble of clear liquid dribble from its opening as it ploughed into me, stretching and tearing me open, pleasuring me as one would expect on such a night, only the honer of this sexual act fell to George, and I clung to him via his massive cock, my own sex organ doing me proud by. Henry swabbed the throbbing fuck hole with his tongue, then seemed to notice the fat little bump protruding at the top."That's my clitty, Henry," his mother panted. "That's the most sensitive part. Why don't you lick it for your mother?"Henry obeyed, touching his tongue tentatively to the sensitive, achey clit nubbin. Margaret instantly bucked as if she'd been shot, her big tits quivering as she fucked her ass off the bed much harder than before."That feels so good, Henry! Unnnggghhh! Mommy.