Vincent’s knob was like a pre-cum producing factory and he never needed to use lubrication. After his foreskin had oozed lashings of transparent gel... Vincent was sure that enough slickness had been produced for his insertion.As Vincent’s dark Italian sausage began to nudge at Bryce’s pink paradise, Vincent sturdily commenced prodding. Bryce let out an approving wail as Vincent’s fat dick-head assailed his rose coloured pucker. An inexorable slithering followed as total infiltration took. "So tell me, Rachel baby, what are you wearing?" Who me? All I have on under my coat is this little miniskirt and a v-neck sweater. Nothing special," she purred into the phone."Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" was all he could muster in reply."What about you?" she asked in return. He muttered something about a pair of khakis and navy blue oxford shirt."I know navy blue looks amazing with your green eyes," she said."How could you know that? I'm not wearing navy in the pictures I've sent you," he. I enjoyed that as well.“Come on darling” Ruth said “let’s have a shower”. Under the water she started to again kiss me and fondle my cock and balls. “Did you enjoy that honey” she whispered, without specifying what exactly she was referring to. “I hope you didn’t reject Cindi’s advances” she added “she enjoys sucking cock so much and I love watching her deep throating a guy”. I just smiled. “She is such a slut and I know you enjoyed it” she said, laughing. “I must admit I was more than a little. Sam had experienced many accidents while breaking the horses and these accidents were catching up to him. We expected a smooth transition from Sam's management to Bill's. Of course, Sam would remain in a consulting capacity (just try shutting him up!).Both Bill and Sarah now attended our regular meetings of the "executive council" for the ranch, and both were contributing new ideas which were a big help. The full council now consisted of Sarah and me, Sam, Bill, Carmelita, and Diego. Jesus and.