So, I said the smell is nothing, and made a look that I got caught. She realizing something fishy, insisted again as I expected.Here comes the time to...trick her so I can massage her. I said, I am a part time masseuse, came directly after a massage session. She got shocked and insisted to tell her everything. So this situation is like surrendering to her completely. I asked her to promise me that she won’t tell anyone including my friend.Once she did, I explained the massage process, where I. His cockhead popped free like a cork from a bottle, glistening with her spittle.Martha eyed him curiously, knowing that Jake seldom turned down the offer of a blow-job."I wanna fuck your cunt, baby," he rasped. "I'll take a rain check on the blowjob until tonight."Martha smiled and leaned back, licking her lips, not caring which of her fuckholes he emptied his bloated balls into, as long as he filled her with jism at one end or the other. She drew her skirt up above her waist. She wasn't. He has drunk a few beers so he has a lot to give. The bastard raises his jet to get her hair wet and it comes over top on us. We fucking scream at him. He laughs.We call her over to the table. As she comes alongside Ben grabs her tit. I can see he is really gripping it tight and now he starts to slap her other breast, and then gets a tight hold on her nipple and squeezes it. She nearly passes out with the pain. Ben keeps hold of her breast which is now turning colour and he twists her round and. Unbelievable!” I replied, gasping uncontrollably. “Put a third in.” The third finger slipped in easily. My cock was streaming pre-cum and was involuntarily spasming as Aimee finger fucked me. I could feel an orgasm approaching. It was a long way off, but it was definitely on its way. I could tell it was going to be mind-blowing. My whole lower body was filling with pleasure. I could feel it in my cock, my ass and deep in the pit of my stomach. I took Aimee’s thick cock in my hand. I could feel.