"We started talking a bit more, mostly about our differences. There aren't many of them. We both enjoy good food. We are essentially non-drinkers, lig...t social drinkers and every once in a while I do crave an ice cold Dos XX. Since I quit smoking neither one of us does that. We like the same type of music, Country and Rock, no heavy metal unless it's over thirty years old. If you can't dance to it or understand what is being sung or played it's not worth listening to.Oh, and we both have an. But of course – I had to make my way past the security guard first… She was bordering on bitchy, but she seemed to attempt to be nice to me. As she gave me my name tag, I noticed that she put down my middle name as my first name, even after she had an eyeful of my ID, and an earful of my name as soon as she asked for it. After a couple of minutes of waiting, she finally directed me to the elevator. I couldnt help but notice that I didnt feel a sense of apprehension when knocking on the door. The piss hole opened up, emitting pearly droplets of cum. "Your cock's leaking Henry. Do you think you've got an awful lot of cum stored up in your balls?" "I guess." "It must hurt to have such a big, stiff prick and to have your balls all swollen with a backed-up load of cum. Do you often have to jack off several times in a row, Henry, to make your cock feel better?" "Yeah." Margaret tightened her fingers around his cock base. Then she started fisting his meaty. But then Diana slid dawn the bed and began to work on Holly's feet, taking a roundabout route to the creamy rut of the girl's randy cunt.Holly whimpered, her mind torn, loving the foreplay yet desperate to get tonguefucked. Her mother licked her insteps and ankles and the soles of her delicate feet. She sucked on each tiny toe in turn, so skillfully that Holly thought she might cream in her feet and squirt toe jam, like jizz, into her mom's magic mouth.Diana licked up the inside of Holly's.