Moving my mouth down on to her nipple again she sighed deeply, I moved my hand further up until it was soon touching the front of her knickers.Licking...her nipples I rubbed the front of her knickers and was surprised to feel she was quite moist, as her legs were wide apart I rubbed her gently but firm and it didn’t take long before she was gripping my arm with hers as she moaned and sighed. Then she threw her head back as I realised she was very close to her climax.I slipped my two fingers under. "What's going on here?" he said."I'm giving the boy a blowjob, Francis. It would be easier if you didn't interrupt." I'm really sorry," Ethan said."For what, honey?" Gayle said. She looked up at him. She heard a nervous tremor in his voice."I'm the one who should apologize. Your mother's looking for you," Francis said. He walked toward Ethan, shaking his head. His eyes were fixed to the boy's cock. "My goodness, son. That sure is impressive." Francis, I'm trying to make the boy cum. I don't. I looked up fromhis semi hard cock as a trickle of spunk began to appear in the stillgaping hole that was my lovely wife's pussy. I clamped my mouth to it andstarted sucking her juice and his spunk from her as she lay on his lap. Come on faggot it's my turn said the next boy. He wanted her doggy styleon the bed and mad her crawl over before making her beg to fuck his monstercock. I was made to lie underneath her with my face looking up at herpussy as his long black pole impaled her. He was. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos,.