It was a quick one--one that was building deep within all day long. I moaned and groaned as my legs shook from the power of this woman eating me and s...cking me. My juicyness pumped out of my hot hole, soaking Devine's face."Oh, Devine. Keep lickin', baby. Suck all my cum outta me! Unnnnnngh!"The last thing I saw before my mouth was engulfed by Devin's snatch, was Devine's eyes--dreamy and glossy--staring right into mine as she continued lapping at my cunt-flesh.The odor pouring out of this. Tom knew it was the alcohol doing most of the talking but he wasn't about to tell me no because he got turned on thinking about me sucking Jerry's cock and now I wanted more cock, so Tom told me to stay there and he would talk to Jerry and see if he give me some more action, Tom told Jerry what I had said and he said he would handle it so Tom got himself another drink and when he finished it he thought he would go spy on me and watch me suck Jerry's cock.When he got to the shop he noticed a. She was thirsty for his hot jizm and she was stroking her son’s stiff prick with all the energy that she had. She was enjoying every minute of it as she also knew that her own son was enjoying it as much as she was.Danny was starting to experience his own orgasm as he was feeling it in his cock. He was also experiencing the tickling like feeling as his orgasm was reaching the tip of his own stiff prick and he knew that he was about to shoot his load any second as Karen stroked on and on.“I’m. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..