We're here, together, because we choose to be. That might be splitting hairs, but it's how I feel. Can you see that?" Maybe," BethAnn, "but it doesn't...make how I feel any different. Colin, when I came back up here, a lot of it was to be with you, to share time together, and maybe to be your girl for a while. Was I wrong? Are you saying that what happened last time was just a fling to you?" That's crap, and you know it!" his exasperated tone reverberated throughout the room. "What you are, is a. She stood up, swayed a tiny bit and then moved towards them both as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Stan stood still when he got there, and Denise, coming up beside him, gave him a shove in Anne’s direction. ‘Give her a kiss, you ninny!’ she told him and Stan obeyed, taking Anne in his arms. Anne closed her eyes, feeling him grasp her, smelling the sweet clean smell of his shower gel, then tasting his lips. A very slight taste told her that Stan had forgotten something, and for a moment. Her lips lightly touched the tip for fully encircling the head. Mark stared downward as her red head bobbed upon his cock. She used one hand to stroke his cock as she placed the other upon his hip, guiding his thrusts into her mouth. He knew it wasn't right, but her warm, moist mouth felt so good. She pulled breathlessly away from dick; a drop of pre-cum glistened on the side of her mouth."Lay on the bed; I can do this better from there," she softly spoke.Mark loosened his pants, allowing them. The rough, rugged repeated movement caused Katrina’s lovely, large breasts to sway up and down. “Harder! Oh, harder, Mr. Hawthorne!”The elderly Mr. Hawthorne smirked and sucked on Katrina’s pretty, pink nipples without a second thought. “Your milk is so sweet, dear girl.”He hungrily licked, lapping at Katrina’s rosy nipples as they leaked sugary, saccharine milk. “Yes! Oh, yes, Mr. Hawthorne! I think I’m going to come now.”“Me, too, girly!”In her bedroom, Katrina brushed her beautiful long.