”Tommy leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth and sucked it as he fondled both breasts. I was getting so turned on having him suck and rub me...that way that I reached down to hold his head against my breast with one hand, as I rubbed his rock-hard cock over his shorts with the other. He humped his cock against my hand and I felt the wetness of his precum.He was looking up at my face with my tit in his mouth as I said, “Tommy, I want to fuck you so bad, but my mother won’t let me use birth. This, with his low hanging nuts slapping sporadically onto her clitoris, nearly took her out, and it was minutes before she could breath normally again.Never one to admit defeat, when they had adjourned to the other bedroom, Betty told Stan that she wanted to blow him if she could, and although even Molly could only get a half inch of his weapon past her lips and had learnt over the years to bring him off by running the tip of her tongue around the outer edge of what was in there and. Family business needed to **** the treasures of the dark continent cause they just couldn't get by without the good stuff?] Anyhow, I had 'volunteered' to do some missionary work to further my education in the African culture. I certainly wasn't over there expecting to meet any one to marry and I'm damn sure it was the last thing on Michael's mind in such a setting... but things happen.Maybe they shouldn't.When I met the Knight family, maybe I should have just told all those ass- wipes to take. Feeling them clamping about you as she nears her climax, her entirety given over to the complete pleasure of being yours, to have and to hold, from this day forth. Slam them into her. Both together. Conjoined. Driving hard into her aching orgasming flesh. Mercilessly hammering at her groin as she spirals into bliss. Each rampant ravaging insertion exploding through her near-senseless body. Oh, and don't forget to give her teatlets some really, really, hard suckles. You want those babies to burn.