The fact that her husband was now balls deep inside her dripping wet cunt didn’t hurt matters, either. She was very much filled and stretched out, t...o, her sultry flesh crammed between our sweaty, manly bodies. We had her neatly trapped, but she didn’t want out of our grasp, anyway. Far from it, of course. Jessica was absolutely engulfed by us, just as we were by her. It was an experience that few could match, of course.“Oh ... damn ... I’ll never give up your cocks ... either of you, I swear. “I’m going to bed now,” I said“Ok mom but what about your tights, can I watch you take them off”“Not tonight, some other time. I promise, I don‘t like showing my pale fat legs”“I think you have nice legs, let me watch please”He was that little boy again when he used to plead for sweets and I always give in to his demands.“Ok but remember I warned you about legs being ugly”I stood up and slipped my tights from over my bum then pulled them over my hairy fanny; gravity played it part with my tummy. I even came to love the feel of his cumas it spurted onto my hand. And several times, at Brian's urging, I tastedit. And I liked it. Eventually, one day, he leaned over and took my penisinto his mouth and gave me one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had.And it was not long before he coaxed me to do the same to him.On one of my visits, I said, "I'm not a gay man, Brian. I just don't knowwhat's wrong with me." You enjoyed what we've been doing, didn't you?" Of course," I said. "I loved. Lauren looked up to see, no more than five inches from her face, Simone’s pussy lips, highly aroused, glistening in the faint light. She felt that she was inside a tent, cut off from everyone else, with just the red and white glow from the barn lights shining through Simone’s robe to light her little world. She looked to her right to see the golden brown legs of the stunningly beautiful girl above her. There was no tan line to be seen, just firm, muscular legs, joining her body, separated by.