Underneath the scent of smoke, Mary smelled a more unfamiliar scent that she knew was Grant’s. It was intoxicating. It got under her skin: the smell...of simple soap, a slight hint of cologne, and then a scent she knew was all Grant’s. God, had she made a mistake? And how can she be so wrapped up in a man whom she barely knew. But, there was nothing left to do. He was gone, and she wouldn’t see him again, especially after forcing him to go. Mary tried to pass her day away by distracting herself. I entered her. She was wet, very wet. Jeanne slid her fingers back, but kept them wrapped around the base of my shaft. Abby whispered, “Jeanne, knowing that you're putting Micheal's cock into me is so exciting.”“I can tell. Michael, I wish you could see Abby's clit? She's really aroused.”Abby wrapped her legs around my hips. I said, “I'm getting that impression.”Releasing her hold on the base of my cock, Jeanne rolled off the bed and stood up. “It's time for me to sit in the chair and become. Next time we say to one another. And he left.6 a.m. I get a text message from that guy, It says"Think you could suck me in the garage"I texted him "Yes"while I'm thinking to myselfIt's been almost two months since I had the pleasure of eating his cum,Being all dressed up with that dick sliding in and out of my mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat like a good little femboyI text him,"Ya maybe fuck it would be hot wish I could be dressed up though"He texts me"I wish my cock would fit. The more I moved on him the harder and bigger he felt, the look in his eyes becoming more desperate, my movement increasing in speed, the two of us trying to contain our moans. Katie’s face looked very flushed, her fingers moving fast underneath her clothing, her eyes fixed on David and I. I could feel that David was getting close, his steady rhythm up into me becoming more urgent, thrusting harder, still guiding my body with his hands, forcing me hard down onto him. I’d made no effort to.