You may have noticed that I didn’t say it’s “my home,” or “my home town,” or any of the other things people say when they talk about place... they live or used to live and have warm feelings of love or nostalgia for. And therein lies my story.My older brother Paul and I weren’t officially considered “mill kids,” because our parents weren’t employees of the Maitland Mills. Mom and Dad owned and operated - and Mom still owns and operates - Lee’s Garden, the town’s only Chinese restaurant, across. She was watching as Jake gulped down a mass of nectar from Jane’s flooded canal and felt my hands push her legs over the arms of the wide overstuffed chair. She was dripping wet; the scent of her pussy was fantastic as I lowered my face to meet it, using my lips to taunt the tender spots all around her fine young snatch. Her moans of delight turned to spasms of erotic pleasures as I at last ran my tongue into the tissues of her inner labia, licking from bottom to top and back again. I. Her bottom cock had a ripple of pleasure shiver down it, from head to base as it felt the tight asshole of the good doctor clamp down around its engorged tip. “Baby, yessss!” Vanessa screamed, feeling her asshole spread open by the impossibly large cock now beginning to fill it. Her pussy ached as Bianca’s top cock brushed against her labia. “Don’t leave my pussy out of this!”Bianca again reached down and grabbed her top cock, pressing it against the slick lips of Vanessa’s cunt. She pushed. " Tom didn'tseem to notice that while she may have stopped kissing him, Christiestill had her arms around his neck and her body pressed up against him.Tom, his senses slowly returning to normal, reached up gently removingChristie's arms from around his neck. "I, you're right. I'm marriednow. "we can't be doing this."Looking up into his eyes Christie could see the sadness that lay there.The pain he felt over that bitch, if she had never entered Tom's life,but Christie would win him back if it.