Jake commented one day that he is the only man in the world who fantasizes about having sex with just one woman alone. With a goofy look on his face h... says that in our home, the minimum number of pussies in any one bed seems to be two.Sunday mornings means we have all spent better than a whole day reconstituted as a complete family and we are about to sense that loss again. Though Lena was the "have-to" add-on, Gel, Jake and I have come to greatly appreciate her.Sunday mornings are also the. On the drive home, she held my dick firmly in her left hand stroking vigorously that I had to beg her to go slow or I would blow my load. When we got to the house we both ran for the door desperately to tear at each other’s clothes. Once the front door closed with the sound of a click, I lunged at her and pressed her to my body. My lips pressed hard against hers suckling and nibbling. She tasted of strawberries and that drove me to probe my tongue deeper into her mouth to taste her heavenly. "You shot the bodyguard in the chest. For this exercise, we're assuming that they're wearing body armor, Brent." I know. I pulled the trigger too fast." Again," he said.On my second try, I shot the mocked-up colonel in the head, and did the same with the bodyguard by the apartment door, but I completely missed the bodyguard near the elevator lobby."Three-point-seven seconds," Grace said."Not bad," James said to me."Hah! I'm a dead man. The bodyguard still standing would have pulled his gun and. He was busy bee in drinking her fluids passed thru her yoni (choot) and was making much more noise while sucking those cunt lips and inner parts. Then she stood up and wore the petticoat till bra and then they both walked towards the bathroom hope she needs to piss. I was near the bathroom only when she was pissing and I could hear the noise of her pee like sor soor sooor like a whistle as she was virgin till now.Then they came out and walked towards the garden and near the main gate compound.