JoAnne was all ears. “Oh, and did he enjoy his swim?”“Well, we never made it down to the pool.”“Really?. A long pause from JoAnne. “Betty,...you didn’t!”“I did.” Betty exhaled. “Yes, I sure did. And you were right Jo. He’s hung like a stud pony and he knows just what to do with it.”“Oh my God, Betty!” As impact of this news washed over JoAnne she was flushed with a need to know every detail and a great deal of envy. “How did it happen?”Betty launched into a luridly detailed account of how she had. She seasoned up a some thick ribeye steaks, chilled some red wine, cooked some portabello mushrooms in white wine, and baked a chocolate cake all at the same time. Once the mushrooms were done, she pan fried then broiled steaks in the toaster oven and put butter on top of them. She took the cake out of the oven as soon as the steaks were done. The steaks rested as the cake cooled. She took out a can of chocolate frosting from the pantry and iced both even layers. Dinner and dessert were all. Her pussy exploded and with an low sensual moan. Her pussy quivered around her fingers as the orgasm flowed through her entire body. She panted as the ecstasy subsided and her fingers slipped out of her juicy pussy.Jamal was long and hard ... his cock throbbed and danced in the air. He didn't care whom she was. He wanted to sink his throbbing meat into her wetness. He wanted to suck and encircle her nipples with his tongue as he approached the bed.Brenda slowly opened her eyes and saw a figure. A whole new rhythm began. Instead of tugging at my hair to bring me down, Charles pressed his thumb further into my ass forcing me to take a sharp intake of breath. By this time I was too far gone to care about anything other than reaching my long-delayed climax. I decided to end it the only way that I could think and pushed my hips back to impale myself completely on his hand. I felt a white hot pulse of energy flowing out from my center to my breasts and thighs, then another smaller glow as.