Why the fuck I want to go to Paris?" Hah," snorted Westphal, and said something else that was cut off by the sound of the blender. He poured out two m...rgaritas and knocked off half of his with one sip. "Ahhh. Jesus, I needed that. OK, what's the bad news?"Maria took a dainty sip of her drink and shook her head. "She develop the pictures all ready, even though I tole her a hundred times to jus give me the film." Shit — what did the airhead do, drop it off at Moto Photo?" Uh-uh. This is the. I.d smelled her lucious heavenly scent for the last 20 miles. As I was feverishly licking and tasting the sweet musky liquid that was slowly ebbing from my wife,She was bucking her hips into my face in what I knew was the building of her always explosive orgasm.Suddenly I became aware that I was so hard that I was aching against my zipper .I had to have her and I had to have her now! We got out of the truck and I knelt before her not quite ready to stop feasting on the sweet ambrosia that was. He would be getting dressed, then coming downstairs for his coffee. I had started the pot before I left for my jog. I glanced at the coffee pot, imagining my husband walking in, making it halfway to the coffee pot in his half-awake daze and then realizing that his wife was getting her cheating cunt pounded on by a strange man. This was so fucking wrong! I slammed my hips back against Mark and let out a stifled moan as my orgasm exploded throughout my body. “Yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, fuck,. She jabbed her tongue right up that narrow crack, rimming away with great gusto, enjoying her first snack of shit chute.Brenda began to jerk her ass about, thrilled at having both of her fuckholes tongued while, at the same time, she savored a mouthful of dog prick. This was a happy situation, indeed. Brenda was mighty glad that Mike Rowley had informed her about Molly and Claire.Claire was concentrating on Brenda's hot pussy, her head buried in the girl's crotch, oblivious to all else.Molly,.