"It's just supermarket stuff," I protested. "I'm not exactly a connoisseur of fine wine." Maybe not, but it's not bad at all."There was a pause while ...e both savored my supermarket white."Wanna fuck?" Juniper said.Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. The T-shirt she'd just put on was whisked off again, and I got my first look at Juniper's long, long legs as the skirt and panties were quickly stripped off as well.I was still sitting there, fully dressed. This was happening way too fast!"I've. He taught me the difference between being sexual and homosexual. As I said, we didn’t kiss or fuck each other. Our play was limited to jacking each other off, and blow jobs,” Chris said.Shaking my head, I said, “You don’t know my friends. They are always making jokes about gay guys.”“I’ll bet you did too.” Laughing, I nodded. “And now?” Chris said.“I don’t think so, Chris. Not now that I know fooling around with a guy doesn’t necessarily make you gay.” I moved my hand between his legs. “I see the good Lord blessed you, indeed.” “Take it, wench, and do your best.” “Ye be havin’ a name?” she asked. “Make me cum, wench, and I be tellin’ ya.” Kennedy took his cock into her hand. The soft skin began to tighten as she slid the foreskin back from the head, exposing the purple mushroom head, and licked the tip. The salty precum coated her tongue, fueling her desire, and dampening her pussy. “Mmm,” she purred, “delicious.” He reached down, grabbed the back of her head and pushed. He'll kill you... me, all of us... !" And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, Baby?" the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock. "Would he kill you... or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy glow... ?" Mark, my God... stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed, trying to raise herself upright, her firmly rounded young breasts quivering and swaying with the effort..