"We need to talk, Walter. Do you mind coming over for a drink this afternoon?" Well, maybe. I've got to shovel the driveway, and Connie won't be home ...ll day. Maybe we can come over later this afternoon when she gets home." Honestly, Walter, I need to talk with you alone. It would be better if Connie wasn't here." Okay. What if I get there around four?" That will be fine."I didn't get to her place until four thirty in the afternoon.She greeted me with, "Hi Walter. I wasn't sure you were coming.. Eventually Heather found the clit and sucked on it lightly. The moans were getting louder and longer. Connie was lost in the moment. Heather nipped the clit. She put a finger inside of Connie. Connie jumped and swooned. She was getting close to going over the edge. Heather added a second finger. This pushed Connie over the edge. The first orgasm came in a rush. Connie screamed in ecstasy. She was so happy. They had forgotten that I was there. I was snapping photos of the whole scene. As much as. Mark couldn't get enough of her. It was the most all-consuming feeling he had ever had as his love for her poured through him."Mum...Mum...Mum..." he groaned out into her mouth.They lay locked in their loving embrace, their bodies still joined as one. But at last, drained and robbed of its potency, Mark’s limp, cum coated penis came slithering out of her wet hairy pussy with a soft slurp. When it did, it was followed by a river of his gooey, white cum that came pouring out of the widely. Carrie cupped her hand and tilted her head down, letting a rope of spit drop from her mouth and into her palm. A thin trail of spit hung itself down her heavy tits. She smeared the spit into the pussy and hooked her middle and ring fingers deep inside of her. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but her g spot felt swollen. Maybe because she hadn't milked it in days. Could a g spot even get swollen? She let her mind wander a bit while she watched her son, then decided to get things.