I feel it splash on my face and on my lips, sticky and creamy. I love it! I want it so bad!I could and would fall to my knees before himjust about any...where and anytime he wanted or needed. I was only a phone call away, and he knew it and often abused it. But I would be there for him, whatever he needed.His long, thick beautiful shaft, his well defined, gorgeous head, his full, tight balls. I loved to stroke his shaft and bring my eager mouth to his sack. licking and lovingly them, teasing and. For once, they actually stopped at the bridge -- the first time ever for either Crystal or Scooter -- and walked out on the old one to take a long look down at the river. They were still only two and a half weeks off the river, and five since the start of their last trip; already it seemed like forever, and the start of the season didn't seem that much closer. They made what was probably a mistake in driving down to the boat ramp at Lee's Ferry, and stopped for a few minutes to talk with a. I held in my moan as I heard both Cheryl and Liz moan together as Cheryl began eating my subs sweet pussy. I rubbed my cock harder through my jeans as I saw Liz’s hips start to lift off the bed meeting Cheryl’s tongue. “You have a very sweet pussy,” Cheryl growled at Liz without even lifting her face from between her legs. Liz moaned loudly, her body started to quiver and shake. Cheryl stopped suddenly, Liz gasped loudly, as I watched Cheryl climb onto the bed and lay down. “Bring that sweet. He was shy. I’m shy. But it was the awkward boy/girl shy which was its own kind of excitement.I knew what he was thinking: “Here’s a pretty girl.” And I knew what I was thinking: “The two of us are all alone with only tiniest and most flimsy material separating his hands and maybe his penis from my body. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to.