Better even than he does himself. And Donald does enough self-pleasure but this sensation of Emma’s thorough touch is overwhelming him.A bit of pre...um escapes him. He watches as Emma takes her fingers from his balls, and wipes it up and brings it to her lips. ‘Ooh! Did she just taste his cum? Without being more or less forced to?’This is beyond anything Donald could imagine happening. And then, her fingers do not go back to his balls, but rather along the short stretch between his balls. Her entire body jiggled as he slammed into her. With her mouth empty she began to shout for his to do her harder. It reminded me of last night, and I smiled.“You enjoying watching your wife get pounded?” Joan asked.“It reminds me of last night.”Joan began to speak but stopped as Greg climaxed.My wife's face shone, and I was filled with a happiness that I couldn't explain.“You clean your wife out and I'll clean Greg off,” Joan instructed.It only took a couple of minutes and they were both clean.. She got into line behind Cynthia, noticing her for the first time. Gloria knew this look. The poor girl had a bad trick and got herself beat up. ‘Yo girl, what happened to you?!’ Cynthia jumped, scared that someone had paid notice to her. ‘Nothing.’ ‘Don’t give me nothing. You’re a mess and someone’s put you through the wringer. And you covered in blood girl. And that pine isn’t hiding the stink either. You got a place to crash?’ ‘Uh… no.’ ‘You’re new ain’t you. I can tell. No sense that God. Her lipstick is a bold red her horn rimmed tortoise shell sunglasses are now on the tip of her nose as she looks at the menu. I look under the table her legs are wide apart, the tease is wearing no panties, her neatly trimmed pubic hair sits above to moist pussy lips. A teenage waitress in a short skirt and see through blouse takes her order and goes inside. I get out of the car, as I see a old friend park her car near the café, walking over to say hi I walk pass the woman seated in the café.