His cock was juicing like crazy and was filling my mouth again. I looked up at him as his cock seemed to get even bigger my mouth. His eyes were clos...d and he was long slow breaths. I had to swallow again. My saliva and his juice were filling my mouth. I tried to hide what I was doing. I swallowed slowly and could feel how slippery it was. “You like that”. He caught me. He felt me swallow. I didn’t reply, just kept sucking on his meat. “Alright, you got that down great”. “Now I want. I actually wasn't too worried about the girl; I was more worried about the dog. Beth does not like dogs. Never has. She has never told me why, but she has refused to let me get one for the farm. As far as the girl was concerned, I felt that Beth would welcome Honey with open arms. Although I wasn't too sure about how she would take the 'whore' part.Beth and I are, for lack of a better word 'swingers'. I do a little fucking around with Beth's knowledge, but it is she, that is the real slut in. Adam’s pace on his cock had slowed, but I could see him twisting firmly at the head on the upswing. “Seems she was a little intimidated by the ten-inch tooth chipper you left behind though. So she’d got a hold of your clit vibe. You know, the little one that looks like a tube of lipstick?” He held his thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart, Tash’s panties still balled up in his remaining fingers. “Yeah?” I grinned, my eyelids getting heavy with the pleasure swelling in my core. “Yeah.. . and not really a date. It's more schoolwork." Third date, Ren."Ren held the door and Scarlet stepped into the gallery. "I'm my prof's biggest pain-in-her-ass," he remarked. "I keep pushing back on her as to whether something is or isn't art." I have a little test for that," she replied. "Anything that's art has to pass two tests." What are they?" First -- you have to recognize it as art outside of a gallery or museum," she explained. "If you came across a statue in a parking lot, you'd say,.