She probed her pussy with two fingers, while thinking about her future.She would have to look for a job tomorrow. Things wouldn't be as easy for her n...w. She would have to support herself and learn to be independent.Spreading her legs wide, she inserted her fingers deeper into her cunt. A small cry escaped her lips. Slowly and deliberately, she explored the deep recesses of her long, dark pussy. Her hips writhed in rhythm to her fingers, and she knew that she was ready to come.Her hungry pussy. She didn’t bring the topic of her daughter all along our session. I loved it and it helped me to stay in the process rather than bothering about my wife.I asked her to stand in doggie on the dining table as it was in the perfect height. She stood there. Her big boobs were pulled down by self-weight. They were hanging like a fully grown bottle gourd. I stood beside her and started to milk her boobs like a milkman milks cow.“Ah baby, I love it. Keep milking my boobs. It’s sexy. I love your. He was one very lucky Bear.Bee always spent her extra time with Bear. They would sometimes argue in the past about what "Extra Time" truly meant, and Bear had an insatiable attraction to Bee so no amount of time would ever satisfy him anyway. When we last left off, Bear had just awakened in the sweaty side of the bed in which Gray and Bee had previously been making love before, during, and after Bear getting into the bed to rest. Bear could taste various different kinds of cum, sweat, musk,. The veins were light but definitive and I couldn't close my fist around the base of it without squeezing some; which flipped my dick hard like a light switch.I took in my first taste of his manhood, it was salty with his precum, and I dove down to taste the whole thick thing. I imagined what the camera was picking up; my head bobbing up and down on Allen's swollen piece. His moaning becoming louder and more frequent with each suck and swallow. I imagined people logging on to see the way I choke.