Tangy, salty cum, in my mouth, my nose, my eyes, and my hair. Torrents of cum hit my face but guess what? I kept my face there, as close as I could ge... to her cunt and I took all that she had to give. It was amazing.A brief round of applause woke us from our reverie. Monica and Krissy stopped clapping to offer us towels and blankets.“This rain is amazing, never seen rain so hard,” offered Krissy.“We’re country girls, and rain like this is infrequent,” nodded Gina.We had dragged the couch and a. I saw the boy stand up awkwardly, say something to his mother and walk away from the beach. I assumed he was going somewhere to wank off at the sight of my wife's tits jiggling about. I know I would have done at that age.I was surprised to find that this little prank had excited me more than I thought it would, and that my cock was very hard. Part of me felt guilty about what I had done. It seemed almost like telling someone something another person has told you in confidence. On the other. She laid there a few more minutes before setting up and started getting dressed. First thing she stood up and ran a finger threw her slit , it was full of cum, she gave the finger a look then put it in her mouth. She sat down and started putting on her pantyhose , next the bra and shirt, when she stood up to put on her shorts you could see the crotch of the hose was soaked. Just before pulling the shorts all the way up she rubbed her pussy threw the hose one last time. Up came the shorts , she. That’s just sex work to you. No disgrace there. You’re gay. That’s the point. Or lesbianish at least,” I stipulated now with my bride’s aunt, my future sister-in-law.“Yes, Master, I’m gay. I’m a lesbian. I just have a knack for faking the other stuff. Deep down, where it counts, I’m exclusively attracted to women, and mainly to sweet, juicy young twat. Offer me a fine, wet, luscious pussy ... and I’d sell my soul for it, trust me! I can’t get enough cunt. Bald, bushy, I’ll take it either.