My hand moved down to start working on her exceptionally wet pussy. Despite her swollen belly, she arched her back to press her clit hard against my ...and. Soon I just had to taste those juices firsthand, moving down between Jeri's legs. I parted her labia and dug right in, savoring the tangy taste. I reached around her elevated legs to work her tits with my hands. She seemed to want her clit stimulated really hard, grinding it into my face. I gave her clit more attention than most women. I’ll be back later,” Cindy told Collin. She kissed the top of his head.“K,” he replied, not looking away from his video game.Cindy checked herself in the mirror by the door on her way out. Her long hair was down; she was wearing a black dress Bea picked out. She shrugged and left.Her name was Suelyn. She was born in Venezuela, moving to America when she was a teenager. She had an accent, but wasn’t difficult to understand.She was also tall, an inch shorter than Cindy. Her hair was very. I told my husband I thought he sounded oldish, but he just laughed and said wishful thinking, so when I rang the doorbell and he opened it, both of us thought we had the wrong door.He was old, very old and as I fumbled for the right words to explain who we were, he just said, 'It's all right dear, I know who you are, come in', and we did.The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and lived a life of. I released one leg and with my free hand I played with her asshole and not entering it but I was putting pressure on the opening. she arched up her back and attempted to lift her clit away from my mouth as I kept up the assault on her clit and pressure on her ass. I gripped her ass now lifted off the bunk and I held her tight as I kept up my assault finally I felt her start to convulse as she orgasm started and I felt her juices start to flow into my mouth I clamped down on her pussy and I.