This I gotta see!” While his wife watched in confusion, John stood and stuck his head through the swinging door to the kitchen. Phoebe’s costume w...s considerably simpler then Jeanine’s - white high heeled pumps and an apron, nothing else. The apron was loose enough up top to see almost all her ample breasts and gaped open in the back to show both ass cheeks and the valley between them. After a minute of unabashed staring John returned to his seat.“What, John? What was it?” asked Anita.“Go look. Gotta a couple of things need doin' right now anyway."Dusty guessed the man to be in his fifties yet still he stood tall and proud. He wasn't a small man by any stretch of the imagination standing well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and strong looking arms. From what he saw left of the breakfast it was obvious Molly fed him well, but there seemed to be not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His belly was a flat as any board and, he figured, just as hard. Ben didn't move fast but with his. She laid the contents out on the small stainless steel table in the corner of the room, and selected what looked like a pen. “This is a skin marking pen. The marks will take a couple of days to disappear, but they won’t smudge when I spray the anaesthetic on you.” Linda focussed on Jaqueline’s left nipple. “Right take a deep breath. Now let it go. That is very good; some women’s breasts turn the nipple slightly when they do that, but yours are perfectly straight up and down.” With that, Linda. I began to taste the smallest amount of Tyrone's cum on his cock and I knew for sure that he was cumming. He pulled out for one last thrust but ended up in my mouth instead of my wife's cunt and shot his final blast into my throat. I loved it, and so apparently had Tyrone, because he lingered there and thrust his black cock back and forth in my mouth a few extra times.Then my wife looked back and said, "Stop sucking his cock and eat me out. You can get his cum easier that way." Tyrone pulled.