Do it now!" Come here," you order as you help me up from the therapy couch, fingers still inside me, half lifting me over to the sofa where you bend m... over onto my knees.Fingers sliding in and out of me, I'm lying over the sofa, knees on the carpet, legs wide, ass in the air while your fingers are fucking me, more quickly now. You grab my ass cheeks with both hands, opening them and I feel your long tongue lick from the end of my pussy to my clit. My juices mixing with your saliva.Suddenly. "I'm Sue. I know the groom not that well but sufficiently enough to be invited; we work together in the same office as do a number that are here"."Trevor!" he replied. "I'm here to hold the flag for my wife, she knows the bride from her school days but she was also invited to an interstate affair, a birthday party with another school friend and it was that friend that scored her presence"."You would think a wedding would take priority", she said as she took a hot sausage roll from the. ”Robin couldn’t ignore Jill, though, as she’d brought him chips and shrieked at his witticisms. When she was by the refrigerator, he’d reached around behind and she’d leaned back.“Wanna go out on the porch, Mr. Touchdown Man,” her invitation, her tongue on his teeth. It felt slobbery.In school plays, Jill was known for changing backstage if Mrs. Grule weren’t around, saving going to the dressing room. His teammates thought she had the best boobs, but he thought it was her bra.Behind the hedge,. What did Ryan see from between my legs? My cunt, of course, which I thought looked pretty good being waxed and all, although it might taste funny? I never really knew, but I didn’t think it tasted as sweet as it did when I was sixteen. But I’ve got belly fat, not a ton, but more than I need, and my thighs are fatter than they used to be for sure, and my boobs are a little too small. On the other hand, Ryan’s tongue was doing a decent job now that he’d been at it for a couple minutes and maybe.