He handed Terry’s and Isolde’s glasses to each of them, and picked up his own. “A toast,” he said, “To the three ring circus arm of the Bras... Ring Plooka Band. I mean, Polka, ” he quickly emended. Isolde giggled as they clinked glasses. “Plooka, huh? And just whose ass are you thinking about plooking?” she asked. “Not mine!” Terry said quickly. “Gee,” George said, “I’ve never had a French maid before.” Isolde thought she heard a little edge creeping in beneath their thinly veiled banter, and. Suddenly, I was very nervous. I closed my eyes as I was sure he could see how wet I was. I felt his hands touch my ass, slowly rubbing and squeezing. One hand rubbed toward my crack and his thumb hooked under my wet panty, pulling it to the side. I felt his thumb graze my clit as he removed my thong off my wet pussy. I bit my lower lip, trying not to make any sound. But I gasped as I felt his tongue touching my pussy, sliding down to lick my clit. His hands spread my cheeks, giving him better. Janet's bf starts getting irritated that shes getting drunk at 1pm and decided to start an argument with her. She gets mad as fuck and decides shes not staying there to hear it and takes of walking,kinda. It was more like staggering. I chase after her even though her bf told me to just let her go. I couldn't see my cousin getting a public intoxication charge right? We walk to her grandma's house. She's out of town on vacation I find out when we get there. Janet and I walk in and sit down on. I could tell it felt good. He closed his eyes for five or ten seconds at a time. I jacked him the best I could, my fingers sliding up and down his shaft, and although it stayed hard, I didn’t get the sense he was close to cumming. It seemed so small and thin, much smaller than Jeremy’s small cock, that I didn’t want to hurt it.I shimmied down the sofa so I could take his cock in my mouth. I kept on jerking his cock with two fingers, but I kissed it on the end and immediately got a little.