I wanted to make Bobby cum withminimal effort on my part. I wanted him to cum just by the visualexperience I was about to provide. My hand found the p...ck and I finallylet him go. "I think you'll like this" I say in a loud whisper. I pull acigarette out by my teeth and proceed to light it. I can tell Bobby isalong for the ride, he's game for anything. I pull on the cigarette asif it were my last. My cheeks strain inward as I snap the cigaretteaway, holding it between my pointer and middle. “Oh, Oh thats so big,” she moaned as he pushed forward again. “Thats it good girl. Take Daddy’s fat prick right up your tight, little cunny,” he grunted as he began to thrust in and out of her. He pulled her bottom towards the edge of the chase and grabbed her thighs as he increased the speed of his thrusts. She moaned and wrapped her thighs around his waist as he rutted into her. Lord Barrington groaned loudly as he finally sheathed the entire length of his prick inside her velvet folds. He'd gotten a marketing job with P&G and accumulated a little money. In time, his talent would take him right up the corporate ladder.But he tended get bored with the pair of girlfriends he had, changing them for another couple every few weeks. Typically, he'd pick up a pair of girls who were already friends and when he dumped them, they went looking together for another man to share. He liked this odd little twist.Bill was hanging out at a roller rink, when a woman, about twenty-six, maybe. Being a respectable teacher, she only wears sarees and has her hair in a prim and proper bun every day when in school. Only I have had the fortune of seeing her in tight leggings and short t-shirts while she does yoga.Even her nighties are of knee-length. Often when she sits down, I get to see her plump, milky thighs. And when she bends down to clean, she gives a clear view of her enormous cleavage that forms in the middle of the 36C boobs.Ever since my father passed away 7 years ago, she has.