I roll over a little onto my back…you roll onto your back but we’re still kissing…me pulling your cock, feeling it get hard…still wet with my ...punk. I pull and pull at the same time stroking your balls with my other hand…mmmmm feeling and hearing you start to get close…seeing your back start to arch….and start to moan low and deep….as I can see you start to really let go…I drop down and onto your steaming cock….the tip so huge and red as my mouth drops onto it….mmmm tastes so good ..I suck you. As usual, he was out of touch with her needs, her desires. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came last on his priority list. She was merely a child-bearer, caretaker, cook and wife. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta. Her breathing was raspy, but she never took her head away from my cock.Julie started to cum right after I settled down from my orgasm, so I fingered her pussy deeply with two fingers and her tiny little asshole with two other fingers, my tongue playing with her clit as she came.After this we all leaned against the bed, on the floor and hugged together. Naked and relaxed from our exertions we lightly slept for a bit. After a bit I felt Anne get up and go to the bathroom. When she was done, Julie. She took my hand slowly down her belly and all the way in her lacey panty.As my fingers came in contact with her thick pubic thatch, I was thrilled. My hand eased down between her legs and she spread her legs for me. I felt a soft, wet warmth of her cunt. My prick jerked strongly against her silken thigh.She moaned as my middle finger pushed between the puffed lips of her pussy. I found the wetness and searched farther as she began to rotate her hips slowly. “Uhh yes, Ajay, up high, baby!.