I want some massive titties to play with,” she asserted further. “I think he likes your fat ass anyway,” she added with a wry smirk. “He lik...s him some pudgy pussy…and I kinda think maybe I do to!” “So why don’t you have a cookie yourself, bitch,” Megan countered. Her resistance seemed to enrage Annie’s sexual ire even more. “Why don’t you make me,” she said with a mouth that hung open and begged to be tongued. Megan saw the opportunity and took it, leaning forward and burying her. I slowly get undressed. I slide out of my tight blue jeans and kick them to the side. Then I push my plain white cotton panties down my creamy white thighs and down to the floor, I kick them aside as well. The small room is getting more steamy by the second.I then start to peel my nice tan colored, tight sweater off of my body. I do the same with my black undershirt. I throw them on the floor with the rest of my dirty clothes. I reach behind my already sweaty back and unhook my chocolate. Once again, Mary was aware of another small orgasm as she felt her channel of love begin to moisten. It was as if every excited nerve was sending precise data to her sensual mind. The sensual-feeling palms revolved faster on the aroused nipples, sending electric waves down to her aching clit. Then as the finger tips once again circulated around her breasts, her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, waiting for the next sensual stimuli. It came when those sensitive, delightful finger tips began. I saw our clothes, which were now in one big pile, between the foot of my bed and ... my open bedroom door. Wide fucking open. I had gotten so wrapped up in my lust that I had completely forgotten the time of day. It was around the time that the boys came home from school. Then I heard them downstairs. I closed my bedroom door as quickly and quietly as I could, then rushed us both into our clothes.My sincere hope was that we could get dressed and go downstairs without looking suspicious. The.