“You are stunning, sweetie. It’s quite a picture. You are drenched to the core, and you’re trembling, and I know you’re waiting for me to let ...ou come.”He gathered the semen oozing from my ass and pussy. I heard him inhale and then felt him rubbing his hand and the mix of cum and my own juice into my skin. “Is there anything you’d like to say, my little slut?” He didn’t seem to be in a hurry.There was so much I wanted to say to him. But I didn’t know what it was he wanted right then, what it. I mean Roger looks like a movie star, not Tom!I don't know what he sees in her; actually, she's not too good looking any more. I wish she'd lose some weight! When I look at picture of her when she was my age, or even in high school and college, she looks HOT, but ever since I was born (I can tell from pictures), and especially since Dad died four years ago, she's really been putting on the pounds.At least for once I'm not afraid he's after Mom's money. Lots of guys seem to be more interested in. What were the "issues" she spoke about that had to be dealt with. The though of it had me scared, but at the same time I was very excited. I was sweating ... the rubber sheeting on the bed was sticking to me. All I could smell was piss and sweaty panties. I could see the material of her dainty panties. I was so excited and nervous. I layed on the bed for what seemed like hours, contemplating my fate. I was to totally aroused. My nipples felt hard and tight. They were so sensitive, that I could. Would James have fucked him, loosening him up to allow Alex to than fuck his freshly devirginized ass? These questions had been filling his every waking hour, and it was all he dreamed about.Michael was sitting on the couch, stroking his hard seven inch piece of meat though his now tight shorts. Finding the air suddenly very warm he pulled off his t-shirt reveling his hard body, with the beginning of a 6-pack. And while the slight cave in his chest (where he had heart surgery) used to bother.