"The bottle opener goes on the TV from now on," I said. "Don't forget." Okay, Ollie. I won't."We had gotten the dresser put back together and had begu... fixing the bed again when the stomps returned, thumping down the hallway. Sissie jumped when the door burst open, quickly wiping away her tears."What the hell are you doing, girl!?" he said to her."I had to help Ollie fix his bed. He can't do it by himself." I didn't ask you to help him fix his bed!" (slap!) "I told you to get in your own room!". ., a..ya.ya., ush..ush.then I removed my cock and I lie down on bed and we started fucking in missionary style which is my favourite position. First she started fucking my cock jumping up and down. While she was jumping her boobs were jiggling like ping pong balls. After sometime she was tired so I started fucking her first slowly and later on I increased my speed. The whole room was filled out with sounds of my cock hitting her thigs… like ”THAP THAP THAP THAP” and her maons... Just the nasty obscure stench of mature cuntjuice, incubated all day by her warm inner tissues. She moaned and forced my nose into her open cunthole, and the funky juices splattered out over my smeller and dribbled down my face.I was insane with unspeakable lust by now and sucked the pungent juices into my mouth and gulped them down desperately. I sucked her open fuckhole and lapped my tongue in, cleaning out all of her most odorous and thick inner secretions.She fell down on the chair and. “Do you mind if I join you?” I could feel her breath on my neck and a shiver ran down my spine.I turned around to see a tall, very attractive blonde, dressed in a tight fitting evening gown which exposed her ample cleavage. Dreamgirl had arrived! “Sure” I replied (gulp) I’m not a cheap fucker, but I hate getting ripped-off.The conversation stopped for a second and then she looked me in the eye and said “You know what this place is, don’t you?” and I felt a lump in my throat and only nodded..