"Wow! You're not the Toni I used to know."Toni smiled, curtsied. "Thanks, but you know, I'm still wearing the same clothes as before." Well, yes, but ...ou've changed them, and there's someone else inside."Toni beamed. She wore a multi-colored print dress of light cotton. Today, it fit her closely, tied with a contrasting sash around her narrow waist, emphasizing her figure. The top was now criss-crossed with cut-outs, showing swaths of Toni's chest and back that revealed her lacy camisole. The. She tries to speed up so that she gets grounded more but I am a biker with serious quads. I jerk her up with a powerful thrust of my legs and hold her up there as I anchor down on my feet and legs. Meri lets out a little scream and I can see her shuddering and her legs are kicking in a panicked manner. ”Oh Meri, that would be a great shot!” ”Take her picture like that,” I tell the photographer. ”Meri, hold one of your tits in your hands and push it out more. Come on, I bet Sam would love that.”. She was glowing with lust. I could hear her wetness and smell her juices. Her dress was on the floor. There were hickey marks on her breasts. Joan was moaning and grinding on his hand. She saw me and moaned. She murmured, "I had to have him." The gaucho looked over his shoulder at me. I said, "Fuck her. Fuck her now." There was a big bed in the room. He put Joan on the bed and knelt down and started licking and sucking her cunt. I could see her glistening with want. He stood up and pulled his. “I’m kinda sitting on a cold puddle of ‘here’.”“Well, at first, that weirded me out, you know,” Mandy said. “But now, it’s like playing backyard baseball. We just get in there and find a position that works for a while. And when it’s over, I’m right here and y’all’re right here and it’s the biggest and best US I can imagine.”“Even if his dick DOES taste like Mom’s pussy.”Mandy giggled. “And strangely, you KNOW exactly how your mom’s pussy tastes, and not just because you’ve tasted it on Ben’s.