. but how... what was she going to do? My god, he... he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat... and damn, she ...ad been that, hadn't she! Could... could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Caesar... yes, that's what they'd called him... Caesar! Now, she could see the letters embossed on the medallion... and the Roman centurion... then, the eagle as the golden disc flickered back and forth to his movements... ! But... but. Holly sat on my face and Anne sat on my cock, impaling her dripping slit. No beating around the bush, just in the bush. My view was off Hollys ass as I ate her out, but the feelings were what mattered. Anne had good body control, never seeming off balance or wild, very controlled movements. I guess two decades of sex will give you the right muscles to get to that point. I felt that she was using her hand to stimulate herself on top of the fucking. Anne came loudly, her pussy milking me. Im. One time I remember she had just taken off her "T" shirt and in her haste to get it off had unbuttoned several on her jeans, and as Richard pulled her back and down to kiss on her it had allowed her jeans to come down farther that any of us had ever seen!.For me this had been one of the most interesting and mysterious places of the female anatomy. In my day, I am really dating myself, there were no porn shops or HBO.Our source for pictures of naked women was somebody's father or older brother. His demeanor had changed from gentle confusion to fierce beast. Jason was staring at her, a look of indignation and fierce arousal on his face. ‘’What the hell are you playing at?’’ He growled. Casey smiled and dipped her head down again, but only just to lick the head teasingly. ‘’Casey, don’t be a bitch. Finish what you started…Before I get pissed.’’ ‘’Maybe that’s what I want. Ever think of that?’’ She whispered seductively while lightly mouthing his throbbing manhood. Next thing she.