My cock ached. Her tongue danced around the tip. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my aching balls. I groaned, gripping my wife's thighs.“Oh, yes... Valerie,” my wife moaned, squirming on my face. “Pleasure your father. That's what your mouth is for.”“She's a good girl,” I moaned into my wife's snatch.“And we have to keep her that way,” my wife moaned, grinding her hot cunt on my mouth, her silky bush caressing me.“We will,” I moaned then thrust my tongue deep into my wife's pussy. I stirred. Jim was a beer drinker and after the first two he started sucking them down faster than he usually did. Sara had been a "heavy hitter" for as long as I can remember and since Jim had put down a few and wasn't paying attention she was also putting them away. I guess between the long ride and cool mountain air nobody was really paying attention or really cared.After awhile the waitress told us that there was going to be some entertainment in the next room and we could take a table there if we. He watched as his dick began twitching and swelling bigger and bigger. Shabbir closed his eyes and began thrusting his dick back and forth. “Oh yeah, suck it.” Within minutes, Shabbir moaned and sprayed his cum on his mother’s face and chest. Tabassum wasn’t left high and dry as she got the next load as reward for the good work. Salma and Tabassum took their own time helping each other to clean the cum on their face and breasts. Shabbir watched the ladies enjoying the little cum feast and. He stood up and walked over to the table where Amy was sitting. Alone."Umm, hi," he said. She looked up. Lord, she was pretty."Yes?" I'm Paul, Paul Kauffman. I'm in Mr. Roth's English class with you; Ms. Collier's Social History class, too." She smiled. She was even prettier when she smiled. It just seemed to light up her whole face."Oh, yeah. Hi, Paul." I... I was wondering if you... if you might want to go out with me tomorrow night. Burgers and a movie, maybe." Gee, at night? I don't know.".