You're about the twelfth girl to mount my prong, and it's sore and tired. I've done the two hours you asked for."She wriggled in the saddle, getting c...mfortable with my more or less rigid penis well up inside her and rubbing her folded-in clit as well. The little beauty gritted her teeth. "You are one big horse," she said with a grin as she started leaning forward and bouncing. We were in the basement playroom of her big home and toward the last phases of her sweet-16 party.My poor cock, with. When she saw me watching her tits, she just smiled at me.I walked over to the waitress and asked for a couple more beers. Back at the table, Nancy was waiting and she slid right over close to me.As soon as the waitress disappeared after bringing the beers, Nancy said, "Kiss me."I pulled her close to me and my lips met hers. Her mouth parted and her tongue did not wait for me. It pushed right into my mouth. She was actually kissing me.As our lips parted, another nice slow song came on. She just. Or sit with them as they eat playing with their big cock. One of her favorite she says has a 12" cock, I know he fills her up when he's here! I watched one night as he feed the dishwasher his big dick before humping the wife. The dishwasher kept smiling and winking everytime he passed the table then dropped him a note and headed out back to the Lincoln with the stud right behind him. My wife didn't see this at all and I didn't tell her. I thought if the stud milker got the first load that it. Ah, the texture of it. Cold and penetrating, so penetrating that the man glances into his own soul and discovers through the joy of inebriation the purity of it. With each sip, leading to voracious gulps, the alcohol removes the man from the hard reality. Does this mean the man is some scoundrel, some blemish needing a removal by the hypocrites who follow some established good? Certainly not. A departure from reality through that bountiful elixir only conveys, to anyone in a position to.