”“What? And you call yourself a fan?”“Well, I was busy on Sunday so I couldn’t watch,” I lied. I only watch the Redskins when they play my...sister’s team, the Cowboys. I think I only liked them because when I was a kid, my father liked them, but I don’t really watch sports.“Aw man, good game though. Well, what can I do for you today?” “Well, I was wondering if I could see your heaviest paper.” “Sure.” He pulled out the paper. I felt it and played with it, and he must have noticed my face because. Down below, another part of her anatomy made another tight 'O'.As it gripped my shaft, I, too, let out a gentle and gratefulsigh.Over the past few weeks we had learned how to pleasure eachother to the greatest effect and with the maximum subtlety.Nicole was the greatest seductress. A brilliant stripper. Anenchanting lingerie model.She could turn me on faster than anybody I had ever known.She called my cock the Porsche Prick. She joked that she couldget it from 0 to 8-inches in 6.2-seconds. And. Now, my husband does about the hottest thing ever and he sees Tom rubbing my leg so he grabs the front of my skirt and lifts it up and leans forward and gives the go ahead and check that out look to Tom. Tom didn't hesitate, he immediately started to rub my pussy, not breaking the seal but just the whole mound. Now as you can see from my videos I am a very wet girl... I also loved being filled to the limit so I looked at tom and said do you want to taste me? He said yes so I reached down and. She wasn’t going anywhere. Around nine o’clock, she finally got that chance. Serena wandered into the common room, not even noticing Ivy from her spot in the study alcove next to the door. She watched Serena pad across the room in bare feet, her olive skin seeming slightly darker against the light carpet, as she went over to the microwave and popped some popcorn. Ivy kept still and hidden, waiting to spring her trap. It wasn’t until Serena settled onto the couch, her back to Ivy so that only.