She hovers over my mouth and I’m craning to get at her pussy.“Check it out ladies; little man here thinks he’s going to get to eat me out.”Jen...and Amy glance over and chuckle softly, and stand slowly walking over to where Gretchen and I are. “Maybe we should move him to the bedroom, easier to restrain him you know.”“Good point Jen,” Gretchen hauls me to my feet and I’m still floored that she can so effortlessly move me. I’m pushed up the stairs and into my room, the bed has been stripped except. But I never had panties down there, from my college years, yet a student chick I was not fond of this kind of female’s cloth. I dropped in some porn-shop on my way home, not far from my house. When I entered the shop a wave of excitement shuddered my back, there were 6 men, walking around the shop windows and scaffolding, looking over magazines and articles on the shelves. They all turned to me and stared at me as if I was some celebrity. I imagined myself standing on my knees and sucking them. Every time I get around to changing these annoying wipers, something else more urgent suddenly comes up, and whatever money I’d been saving toward replacing them goes to that 'more urgent' thing. That happened again yesterday. I spent the money I’d been saving for a pair of new wipers on a newly published music composition book that I absolutely need and can't seem to find in any of the libraries. I guess it'll be at least another month or so before I get rid of the ancient wipers—and that's if. Yessssssss!" I fucked her like I was a pile driver - slamming into her cunt with every long- deep stroke, pushing her down into the mattress. My cum boiled into the head of my prick. She started cuming again and I pulled her legs from around me and put them over my shoulders, fucking her hard. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high-heeled pumps. Her orgasms were coming like earthquakes now, one huge one after another, squeezing my cock, sending cum messages to my whole body. I.