So it was that Katie performed her first act of fellatio, a deed she'd planned on performing someday but never under quite such coercive circumstances... Needless to say, Sharon was disappointed. She'd enjoyed toying with Katie so much that she could barely get herself off to the same boring old porn that had so deeply aroused her twenty minutes earlier. If Sharon had been allowed any choice in whom she fucked, she would assuredly have grown up to be a dyke. Some would view this as a bit. "No, they don't, and if they did I would be in trouble. Man, they'd never let us see each other again."The big man smiled. "Sounds as if I win, sweetheart. Here it is; either you let me fuck you, or I'll phone your mother and tell her about Jeff. Simple as that. Because if your boy friend can fuck my wife, I see no reason why you and I should be left out in the cold." Oh... please... oh, Uncle Milt!" she whimpered. How can you even think of such a horrible thing? Have you no morals?" Dear God,. He grabbed hold of hers and then said “See this?” he told her gently. “As you know this is my cock. It’s here for you and it needs something and it needs it badly Olivia.” She looked at it. She stared at the soft dangling piece of manhood and then looked at him, curiously. “Take it” he told her. “Hold it in your hand.” “Huh, do what?” she said. “Hold it in my hand?” she said. He nodded and smiled into her eyes and then he said “Yep, take hold of it in your hand.” He held her hand in his and. " Then I felt Breanna's hand on my cock, placing the head between Lauren's creamy lips and with a growl, I thrust forward, reveling in hearing Lauren shriek with pleasure as I buried my cock into her furnace-like cunt in a single stroke!"MISTER HELLER!" Lauren cried out as her body convulsed beneath mine -- her back arching reflexively as I ground my crotch against her wispy blonde muff. Her fingers clawed at my back as I felt her athletic legs scissor around my back, attempting to cross her.