It was nearly 5PM when Jen finally returned home. When I heard her car door slam, I was suddenly a little scared, a little worried, a little nervous, ... little mad but also horny as hell. All I wanted to do was to hold her close and fuck her hard and fast and long. I wanted sweat to cover our bodies and I wanted to my cock inside of her hot little snatch.“I thought you were going fishing? What happened?”“I decided that it was unfair for me to leave you alone all weekend so I decided to stay home. You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth , tasting your sweet juices as they flow into my mouth,,,moving even more to a place where most never go , I slide it soaked with your juices into your ass hole and with that your body shakes uncontrollably, I alternate between all that you have to offer, your inner senses just let go in reflex , you have no control , your mind thinks one. She stopped the rhythmic slurping for a moment, as she needed both hands to pull her sodden knickers down, standing bent over for a moment, then squatting again, her legs apart, her underwear now taught stretched between her ankles. She resumed sucking him. She was fucking her wet twat with two fingers, a third, rhythmically pumping in and out of her ass.This continued for five or six minutes until a shudder ran through her, she yelled and then she squirted all over her knickers and the. Cut another melon!” She pushed the flat of her tongue against the gooey seeds and closed her eyes, imagining what, I didn’t want to know. Seeds squished to the sides and some got pushed out of the cavity and off the end, but over all…it was another disaster. Exasperated and impatient, I grabbed the bottom of her chin and leaned in and let my tongue clean off her cheek as if it were a vulva glistening with fluids instead of cantaloupe juices and seeds. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and then she.