That moment when she'd relax and embrace Moana's tender tonguing. Feathery lashings against a hungry clit was the way Moana would introduce her ladies...to their first orgasm with her.If her newly enthusiastic conquest was willing, the session would include wet, slippery and dirty fucking. She loved all of the words for it: tribbing, frottage, humping. One of her favorites was with a woman who had a generous bottom and a bottle of oil. The way her butt gave way and filled her horny slit as she. She again closed her eyes to enjoy.I fingered her hole as she frigged her clitoris and I knew she would not take long.My free hand pumped my cock and I imagined my sperm raining down onto her clean black lingerie, yellow skinned breasts and face."I'm going to ask you a favour okay Jerry?" We stood outside his parents bedroom door, his hand on the handle looking at me. He knew his mother was blowing me for the last couple of weeks and I knew he was fucking her nearly every day. We had no other. It was quite grotesque.??? ? ? ? But all of that was a long time ago. Before the dogs and horses and what not. Before Peter had starred in almost a dozen movies including, "Little Peter's Doggie Fuck," "Little Peter Sucks a Horse," "Little Peter endures Nazi Torture," "Little Peter Black Thug Piss Drinker," and "Little Peter's Poop Dinner."??? ? ? ?His asshole had healed nicely and had been forced to endure much worse things than a shard of glass. Getting fist-fucked by five muscular six-foot. We'll talk later." I was speechless. And tired. And drunk. I raised my fist to pound again, then stopped. I pressed my ear against the door. Things had gotten quiet on their side. There was some murmuring and some other sounds, but I was having a hard time concentrating, so I said, "Fuck it", stumbled back to the couch and fell into it, fully intending to come up with really smart things to say and do about this whole mess. But then I fell asleep as suddenly as if I'd been knocked unconscious..