‘If I’ve got to suck that later,’ she said, pointing to his dripping dick, ‘You’d better wash it.’ Breathing heavy, holding on to his schl...ng so that it wouldn’t drip on the carpet he staggered to the bathroom and gave it a thorough going over. When he returned she was back sitting by the board and obviously anxious to continue and she started out with a double six, followed by a four. ‘OMG ,’ she cried, ‘You’ve got to lick my ass.’ It was now N8 who was thinking perhaps they should quit but he. Of course he’d have them bring the beer and Myrtle would have some snacks ready to serve. Them exciting commercials and that halftime entertainment was just frosting on the cake for Buddy.Myrtle liked them ballgames too but she had a whole different take. She didn’t mind waiting on the boys because she could put on a cute little, with emphasis on little, outfit and show off her nice titties and trim buns. That always attracted interest from the guys but not her husband who’d seen them for. “Talk is cheap, and that’s all I ever get from him — talk! When do we leave for the beach?”“If you’ll help me with the food, we can leave in an hour,” Cindy answered.After fixing the food, Jenna walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.She had always been aware of men’s reactions to her, but they had made her uncomfortable until she met Rick. He had helped her to see that the lust in a man’s eye was a natural, even beautiful thing. Still, she avoided situations that would. Entering her room, I stood in the doorway and curtsied, wincing when the cock cage whacked against my thigh. Then, kneeling, I addressed her."Yes, Miss?" I said, my eyes focused on the floor, submissively. "How may your sissy slave boy serve you?" I recited, already knowing the answer. My mixed-race stepdaughter - the product of an African-American father and an Asian mother - pointed to the creamy mess covering her curly black pubic hair and motioned me over with a perfectly manicured.