14 seconds later, "Yo, J.V. come here." I do, Ice "Whats all this talk of leaving me for him.?" You "I'm serious Ice, I'm leaving you for Al B. Sure, ... want a divorce, I want half of everything, cars, stocks, all my purses/shoes, the beach houses, the extra recording studios, and this house." Ice "I dont believe this is happening, Alright, prove to me that you love him more then me." You "Aiiiiiiiiiight!i!i!i!" You come over to me, pull my pants down, drop to your knees, and begin to give me a. With that, he pulled the sheet back and my hand rested directly on his penis. I lifted my hand to look at it and it was standing straight up with a rounded pink head on the top.I sat on his bed and wrapped my fingers around it to begin going up and down on it."Am I doing it right, Jack? Does it feel good?" Oh, yeah, it feels really good, lots better than I can do." I really like doing it, it makes me feel, well, kind of hot doing it, you know?" Do you use anything on it, like hand lotion? I. Mrs. Armstrong's fingers crept into my butt-crack. As I rimmed her daughter's asshole, she quested for mine. I groaned into Stefani's sphincter at the wicked touch at my backdoor. The MILF's fingers danced around my puckered opening the same way my tongue danced around Stefani's. The table rocked as Clint mounted it. We had sturdy massage tables just for this sort of fun. Mrs. Armstrong moaned into my cunt, her tongue wiggling through my depths. I knew why. Clint had his dick against her. Secondly she slipped into the outfit that she had brought with her, grabbed he props, ensured that her coat covered her completely, put her mobile into her pocket and slipped out of the room. There was only one thing that she couldn’t have brought with her but she was sure that if she asked nicely at the bar she could get hold of it. Checking once more that her coat was fully concealing her Helen headed down to the hotel bar and sure enough the barman was able to supply her with what she.