” I said nothing aloud, however, and returned to my lapping.When she was once again almost thrashing, the pressure of her legs against my back was s...ddenly gone. “Now,” she said loudly, and I immediately moved forward into the normal position. My prick pressed against her outer lips and I thrust forward to enter her. This was the moment I had been working toward and waiting for all day.It was, in truth, only a moment. Marti slammed herself against me as she shrieked and thrashed in orgasm and I. ”Tag grinned, he already knew what he wanted, he had looked at the plates of the men sitting at the table beside them. They each had three eggs with a plate of biscuits and gravy and fried sow belly piled up in another plate.Missy Beeson came to the table with a big smile and greeted each of them by name this time. She had a pencil and paper in her hand and asked them what they wanted for breakfast. She started with Tag.“Tag, what would you like for breakfast this morning?” she smiled.“Missy. He put his hand behind my head, and pulled it towards him, tilting it up slightly to make it reach. I was able to get most, but not all, of the head of his cock in my mouth, and licked and tongued it as best I could, making slurping noises as I couldn’t get enough of it in my mouth. Saliva and cunt juices were running down – or up – my face, but I kept at it, until he finally pulled his cock out, stood up again, and rammed it home into my cunt again. I felt intensely humiliated by the juices. As he thrust forward she did the same, easing back slightly as he withdraw, her blunted fingernails digging into his shoulders and her face shining with desire and excitement that matched, if not exceeded, his own. A sliver of perspiration spread over her body as he too sweat with his exertions. He noticed that she wasn’t responding quite as smoothly as usual. What was this? Was it because he’d asked her all those questions? Kevin found that he was thrusting into a deep liquid hole in a body.