As I pulled his briefs down, his hardon got caught in the waste band. I pulled the band toward me, working up an uncontrollable desire to return the f...vor of a few days ago.When it finally sprung free, I saw his big, ugly, uncut pecker staring me straight in the eye, I almost told him to forget it. Uncut, oh, yuuuck! I pulled my head back and started to stand. "Nice guy I am", I thought sarcastically, "he gives me the best blowjob of my life, and I can't even get myself to look at his uncut. Holding my cock, she guides it in as she sits down on my cock. Sliding back she take about 2/3 of my cock. She starts rocking her hips and begins fucking my cock. Holding my shoulder she rocks her hips, taking my cock deep, I held her hips and try pushing up but she stops moving, telling me between moans, "hold still" "it her turn to cum" and "let me fuck you". Her hips digging deep into mine forcing as much of my cock she could fit in. Grinding, she fucks me hard, focused only on making. "Yes, Sharon! She might enter at any moment." My room. Come." She rose, her hand still tightly wrapped around Neal Court's aching prick, and like her grip was that of a choke collar around his neck, he blindly followed without hesitation. He stumbled shiveringly out into the long hall, a sigh escaping him as he saw that it was empty. He hurried after her, watching her firm yet full rounded buttocks undulating provocatively before him. He groaned, all of his moral and logical senses drowned out. She stared at that hole for a few more minutes and as she rolled it around in her hand. She had to admit that it did feel nice and smooth as it rolled over and over in her hands. But she did not understand why her daughter, the nun, would ever have this as she kept on rolling it around in her hands. She tried fooling herself. Is it what she thought it was? It was exactly what Sarah’s mom thought it was. Sarah’s mom, a devout catholic woman, had never in her life used or even handled one of.