Even when his hand wasn't on his own dick, he was hard while I banged him like a drum.In fact, he only jacked himself when he was about to fire a load... The third time his hand went down, I pulled out and went down too."I like the icing, sweetcakes." I teased, lapping the head of his cock. He whimpered and stroked my hair. Then he spurted three or four wads of jizz. "Thanks, sweetcakes. You serve the best meals." I quipped and he groaned.Since he was on his back again. I spread his legs and. I did some odd jobs but could not get settled after the demise of my loved ones, I was not able to concentrate and had left without any goals in life, mom was growing old and was worried about my future, she was a retired professor at a popular university in CHENNAI & was popular among her students. Being alone I learned good cooking & and I had learned all the house hold chores also. I just kept myself updated on happenings around by reading the newspaper, magazines, browsing etc.Time was. Each of the losing teams would go into each of the designated penalty rooms and play (make out) with each other for the allotted time. Suk always came out in a disheveled state and her partner always looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. But in truth, all of the women looked roughed up at the end of the penalty rounds. This is how we got into soft swinging. We played with each other every week, usually Friday or Saturday with an occasional visiting couple joining us to keep things. I kneaded her buttocks while she thrust her hips to the music. As the song ended I spread her ass and gazed at her pussy and her little anal bud. I pressed my face forward into the girls muff and began to lick at her pussy lips. ?Oh, daddy! Yes! Eat my pussy!? she moaned. The words interspersed between licks I asked ?Are you daddy’s good little whore? Are you going to come for daddy?? ?Yes, daddy! Make me come! Lick your little whore’s cunt!? She began to press herself back.