"At least say something," Doug pleaded, ignoring his meal. "I've said I'm sorry--what more do you want? I... I guess I just lost my temper, besides be...ng dead tired." Your breakfast is getting cold," Betty said indifferently, moving out of the kitchen and going into the living room.Gratefully, she sank down into the soft sofa. Her husband didn't say anything more and she was grateful for that. She wanted to think, to go over the horrible events of last night. It wouldn't be for the first time,. “We told you, dude. You can’t make them uncomfortable like that,” he said, sounding like an old sage. “Let it flow naturally, you’re not a bad-looking dude, just relax and let it happen.”Cody frowned at his friend and his cousin. “Well, that’s easy for you two to say," he retorted. "You are basketball players, had girlfriends, fucked them, Kieran has the freaking Speedy Scout, and you," he pointed at Kevin. "Hooks up with a different girl every couple of weeks!"“Cody…,” Kieran tried to talk,. Casey’s hips began to curl up to meet my ministrations as she moved towards her climax. I sensed her need and curled my finger up and softly rubbed the spongy spot as my lips encased her clit and started to suckle the sensitive nub. I felt Casey’s pussy tighten around my fingers as the spams washed over her. I held her clitty in my lips and continued to finger Casey sending her over the edge again and again. When I felt quiver, I back off sucking her clit and gave it soft licks instead. When I. These three guys arrived at our house at about 5:30pm and we had a few drinks while my wife met each one of them and exchanged some pleasant conversation. As introductions are made, I mention each guy's nickname. Remembering her "little" encounter with Tyrone "Baby" McCormick, my wife smiles and asks coyly; "So, how did you guys get your nicknames?" They all simply chuckle and tell her; "Well sweetie, you'll find out soon enough." It also became quite apparent that Tyrone had been talking to.