She quivered when Frankie stroked her face gently with both of his hands. Then he began unbuttoning the buttons down the front the black coatdress she...��d worn to the funeral and her legs went weak. When he had the dress unbuttoned, she lowered her arms to her sides and let him push the dress down and off. He made short work of her bra and panties, then onto her breasts his hands moved. He gently thumbed here erecting nipples until they were hard and tingling while overwhelming thrills rocked. "But where did she go?!" ERNEST asked. "Quick! Around the corner!" BEN told them. "Aw, cripes!" JEAN said, 'his' back up against the rockery around the corner. 'He' looked around, and made a dash towards 'his' house further down the block on the other side. 'He' ducked low, trying to put the parked cars between 'him' and 'his' 'honor guard'. (Would 'he' ever get use to boobs!? But it was only their movements that won 'his' attention away from the wideness between 'his' waist and knees.) On. He began working the length of his ebony shaft up into my wife's cunt. Slowly, inch after inch, Orson's cock disappeared up into Ana.Ana grunted loud as more of his cock pushed into her hungry cunt.He had about half of it worked into her when he began to pull back out. With a light plop it came out which made Ana shudder in pain. Again he began his onslaught of her with his black weapon. The pain of cock head penetration followed by the intense look of her eyes as he fed his huge black shaft. Except ... she is a fucking fry thief!” I said smacking her hand.“Ow! Well see if she hooks up with you again if you act like that,” she said, pouting.“If that is what it takes, I’ll give every last fry on my plate to get with her again.”“Donna’s right,” Cindi said. “You are a dork.”“It’s dweeb, thank you very much,” I corrected her. Holding out a French fry I added, “She usually says I’m at least a cute dweeb.”“I guess you’ll do.” Cindi said taking my peace offering. “When does she.