I pull out my throbbing cock from my jeans and you lift your skirt up and move up to take me in your soaking wet hole and push back down on me, you st...ff your fingers in your mouth to stop yourself from making too much noise as you push deeper down on my 8 inches. I feel your ass on the base of my cock as you reach down between your legs and grab my balls and gently squeeze them, I nearly cum there and then but you just hold them stroking them and sit still on my cock, my fingers start rubbing. ..it"? I nodded and smiled as the brunette slowly reached out with a trembling hand and tried to grip the girth of my shaft. Her fingertips wouldn't meet, but she slowly began to pump the meat in her hand. "Jesus...it feels so heavy...so big..." Ginger too reached out and gently began to massage my scrotum; gently squeezing and raking her nails over my ballbag. Brunette reached out too and rubbed the palm of her hand against the banjo string of the bulbous, slimy plum! I gasped as the really. " Still naked, I explained it to her, she understood, then fixed her gaze on my limp cock. "Again!" K demanded, reaching for it, before sitting on a dried out part of bed. There were still some small drops, a medium size puddle. K licked the head until it squirmed and grew, when she took it deep within her mouth. K relished its length with abandon, knowing that she couldn't break it with oral alone, it became a luxurious feast for her inner slut, working its way to the surface.She tried. They're still playing, just like The Rolling Stones. How old are those guys anyway?" I'm not surprised you don't know those 'hair bands'; you never listen to anything but country." Jessica grinned at her man and patted him on the leg."That's not true," Rollie said with pretend indication. "I listen to other types of music." Like what, pray tell." I like almost anything by Santana; his guitar solos are some of the best ever done. There's Layla by Eric Clapton, and I like Nickelback." Anyway,".