The inside of the car smelled like leather, paper, rubber, pine cones. I molded my hand over the hardened cock in his undershorts. Gloriously hard coc.... O yes, I do believe he liked me.“Mmm,” I hummed. “I love… your cock.” But I said it slowly, hungrily, as if I’d just popped a bon-bon or a truffle into my mouth, and it came out more like “caulk,” like Julie Christie in “Shampoo”—if I hadn’t been squeezing said rod, he might have thought I was talking about his watertight silicone sealant.. I thought that was it and for the time i masturbated to dampen up my sexual feelings little bit.Later that evening, someone knocked on the door and there she was yet again to finish what we had started in the morning. I ordered a bottle of bourbon to celebrate the moments. In the meantime we kept kissing each other. Within few minutes the bottle arrived and we cheered on that with having beyonce’s crazy love music on the background, i remembered few of the tactics to enthuse her from fifty. "I need your cock inside me mistress. I need to feel your big girl cock deep inside me. I am a cock whore and I need your cock Mistress. Please please fuck me Mistress." Good piggy," Casey said as she eased her long thick latex cock into my virgin ass. The pain was intense and I fought the need to cry out as my sexy wife fed inch after inch of thick latex into my depths. "I bet you wish this was a real cock don't you piggy?" "Mmm," I moaned at the taboo image she painted. "Yes mistress."Casey. She then bent over to unzip the top of the bag. I got a great look under her pink top. Her breast were huge. She reached into her bag. She pulled out bigger pink stripper heels. She quickly put them on her feet. She used her hands on the marble counter to get her balance. She then looked over at me. I smiled. "You have a really nice house. I love your kitchen. You have everything in here." she said. "Thank you. I love those heels. You look very sexy." I said. She smiled. Then blushed. She.