"Oh yeah, suck my cock slut", Craig said as his breathing started to speed up. John slapped my muscular ass making it bounce. "Suck it bitch, suck him...off", John said with a laugh. John then began fingering my bald slit from behind while I sucked on Craig's cock. Craig released my breast and put both hands on my head as he began pumping his hips. "This fat ass whole is fucking my face", I thought as he began pushing my head down further until my chin was on his ball sack. His hard hairy ball. "Oh God yes!"Her body jerked and twitched to the point where she could no longer scream. I flipped her over so I could hit it from the back. Her ass cheeks slapped hard against my body as I rammed her pussy. She loved the way I pulled her hair, and at one point we were tonguing while I hit it from behind. She pressed her ass into my cock while I squeezed her breasts."Let me get on-top of you."I went on my back and let her jump on my knob. She loved to ride me more than having her hair pulled.. Instead, it was electrifying. A torrent of my pussy juices began to flood into my panties, soaking the crotch and causing another large damp spot in the crotch of my gym shorts. At first that awareness made me a little uncomfortable but I soon became so aroused that I no longer cared. I actually wanted mom to know that sucking her nipple aroused me.Still, though I was becoming so hot that reasoning was beginning to take backseat to the white-hot urges building within me, I realized I had to be. After the floors were done, he would shower and take a short nap if the mood struck him. Every Saturday afternoon he would travel to the same health food store and purchase just enough groceries to last the week. He would prepare dinner and clean up the kitchen, just as he did every night. He would then read or watch television until it was time for bed. On Sunday’s he would attend Mass in the morning, have brunch with his family, tinker around the house and then prepare dinner. He would go to.