Like it must be the best thing in the world to eat. I want to lick them all. Starting with yours, Dusk.”“Then get started,” I moaned, my cunt cl...nching.“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband said, stroking his cock while his wife’s tits heaved.The Black guy fucked her hard from behind. He rammed his dick into her married pussy with powerful strokes. HE buried into her again and again, his crotch spanking her ass. Her flesh rippled as she moaned and gasped.“Yes, yes, this is such a big dick!”. I didn't know what to do.The confused part I mentioned not only had to do with my relationship (or lack of) with Jennifer, but also mom. Since dad left, then her best friend and her daughter, mom had started doing alot of church work again. Oh, she was home in the evenings, but even when she was there she just seemed so distant, and tired. She was always pulling away from me. I didn't know if she was feeling differently about me, or what. But I did know this - I had to do something. It couldn't. The shock of decompression would be explosive. I reframed and was back looking at the Grotto an instant later.The police were just coming into the Grotto, from the opposite direction of what I was expecting. They must have walked to the dead-end a little further down. A few looked grateful to get out of the pouring rain. All of them looked dead tired, and a few appeared boiling mad. There were vibrations in the air, speech. I expanded my jump sense, and was astonished to hear them talk.A thin. Much like her daughter, Kimmy was now an unabashed, unapologetic cumslut and proud of the fact. She was kinkier, too, by the day, just like Ramona, who once again had Fernando plowing her sweet snatch to cries of ecstasy despite (or maybe because of) the fact that he had just fucked Billie the same way minutes before.Speaking of Billie Jenkins, the involuntary houseguest was now much less reluctant to accept her hostage status, as shown by the enthusiasm with which she rode Jimmy Gibbler and.