Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and c...ating their torsos with even more of the sticky white substance.They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closer to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan's cock as it slid out of Joey's asshole sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at. Something about her outfit, or something about herconditioning, or maybe just something about Sari’shorny state was giving Sari some very new, very nastythoughts.“So, are you going out tonight,” Sari asked. “Yeah, abunch of people from work are going out to talk aboutthe shit that happened today,” responded Chris. “I juststopped in for dinner.” As Chris stirred dinner, Sari’sthoughts refused to subside. She was mesmerized asChris prepared her. Especially since Emma was probably more under control than I was. She was composed enough to put her hands on my lower back, and just rest them there. She was stable enough to tilt her head up and kiss my neck, keeping it just steamy enough. She rocked her body steadily underneath mine, while I slowed my hips down and rested my head against hers. Now I could fully take in being inside Emma Watson, for the likely last time. Now I could experience the closest thing to making love to her. Now I. I had just turned sixteen and school was just a couple of months from being out for summer. My best bud, Jack, lived next door and we had been best buds as long as I could remember. The best part about Jack was that his mom, Jenny, was a model. I mean a real model. Commercials, magazines, newspaper, even bill boards. And she was hot, genuine hot. She did not wear a lot of makeup nor did she ever have any plastic surgery. She had blonde hair down to the middle of her back, well sometimes it was.