"I might just get it tattooed there."Sarah laughed, and sauntered off without saying another word. Bridget noticed that she had the same cute sway Mik... had leaving the table. Bridget wondered briefly if he looked that good from behind in his normal body, and realized that he normally looked JUST as good as Mike did leaving the table.***Mike headed to the bathroom, to check up on her makeup. Walking in, she immediately noticed that Laurie was there, "holding court" with her friends Janet and. We lay together for a while in a special embrace. Thoughts were rushing around my head aout her, my wife, k**s, responsibilities. It felt like I was being thrown around by these emotions.I think she understood what I was going through.After a while, there was more kissing and she began to tease me. Looks like she hadn't come yet and it was up to me to finish the job.I got back down to her pussy and licked and stucka few fingers up her at the same time. She lied me to lick her clit on the right. I tried not to appear too silly as we talked. At eight sharp Reed roared up on his motorcycle. As he climbed to steps to the porch my father said something about me being in a skirt. I had worn a skirt to show off my legs. Reed told my dad that we were only going to stay in town so it was okay if I wore the skirt as long as I was okay with it. I nodded yes and off we went. Reed climbed on and waited while I got settled. When I wrapped my arms around his middle and pressed up against him I heard. She feasted on my asshole, driving me nuts. I was going to cum just from her devouring my ass. It was incredible. My nipples throbbed as I squirmed on the sheets. My pussy clenched.“Mmm, you're going to make her cum, slut!” moaned my mother. “Then I'll give you a treat. You're going to love it.”“Yes,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “I want a treat.”“Yes, you do, Ruth,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, wiggle that ass. And look at that cunt. You're dripping wet. Your juices are running down your thighs, whore.”“Such a.