I’m not a coffee drinkerBut I had to stop by Starbuck’s and grab a large cup. At 7:15 I made itTo Mrs. Blake’s house on the other side of town. ...hen I rang the doorbellIt took her a few moments to answer. When she opened the door Mrs. Blake Had on big t-shirt and a pair of grey cotton shorts. Once I was inside she led theWay to the back of the house. As we walked I noticed that Mrs. Blake had a hugeBooty. I couldn’t see a panty line in her shorts, and by the looks of herT-shirt she did not have. I can't be expected to see that when you hide it like that."Sarah sighed and she glared at him. "No it isn't weird." But she's pregnant. That baby isn't yours, is it?" Adam thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Well what I mean is..." I know what you meant," Sarah snapped with her arms crossed. "And no, I had nothing to do with the baby. Well, I was there at conception but that's a different story." Ahh wow, a threesome," Adam muttered and then smiled with a glint in his eye."Not a. ”Pete responded, “Shit!”“Please tell me you haven’t been taking the shit he’s been giving us?” I asked with a worried look on my face.“Are you kidding, they went straight into the garbage bin.”We started to make our way to the changing rooms. As we were standing in the queue, I felt a pat on my shoulder. Looking behind me; it was Tyrone. I smiled at him; we hugged each other. While we waited, we started chatting about how all these blood tests were something they did with professional athletes,. And don’t get your head in my way this time!’ Torrie knelt before the sofa and placed her face into Isabel’s perfect pussy. Her mistress was already fairly wet, so Torrie just went to work. It was hard on her neck to perform this task without having her hands to brace her, but hers was not to question why. Isabel lifted her legs up and placed her feet on the coffee table, watching a soap opera over Torrie’s head as the young woman ravaged her pussy. Having that talented tongue buried in her.