Let me guess. You're out here at 3 in the morning. You have no clothes on. You're thinking about your first whorehouse. You're chugging a $150.00 bott...e of scotch and thinking about old pussy. I know! You're horny and want to fuck me?" Callie, I'll always lust after you. But I could never stand to be told that I wasn't your best, and I just couldn't take the chance that you would have to lie about it." Come on Paul. What's eating at you? I know your adventures with the Pittman twins aren't. As her hands moved down over her body she felt the softness of her mound. She took her hand and slowly rubbed it across the smooth skin. She used her finger tips to trace all around it and felt her juices continue to flow. The outer lips of her pussy swelled to double their original size and her clit was throbbing like the ticking of a clock. She continued to trace the outer edges of her soft mound in anticipation of what was to come. With just the tips of her fingernails she traced the length. When I was in the apartment I often had sore thighs after the protrusions because my legs were bent.Always during these periods of heat I fucked my wife almost every day, I had the balls emptied because I covered Vega 2 times a day when I was rest during the week. I lived for 6 years in this house before moving to the province near Lyon, I fucked well with my bitch when she was in heat, I wanked her and she always oscillated at the beginning when my cock came to a certain level of her vagina,. Gwen moaned her face pinched with worry, and Travis made a mental note of it. He returned to her aching slit and plunged his pointer finger deep in to her wet pussy. “Oh,” Gwen moaned. “You felt that, too.” Travis pulled his finger out of her twat and covered it and his middle finger with lubricant. On his knees, he hovered over her and entered her again. He curled his fingers and prodded the spongy, tender muscle just inside her hot cleft. With is other hand, he rolled his pointer finger over.