“What’s that?” He asked. “Here’s your coffee.” I said with a touch of sarcasm and raised my brow. “Black , like you like it.” I winked...at him and headed back to the kitchen. His smile stuck in my mind and I thought seriously about teasing him with a little flirting but remembered that I had some things to do and the first thing that popped into my mind was the post office. I didn’t really have a problem leaving him there to work as the post office was just a mile down the road but I figured I. ” She grinned, but her mouth quickly opened.“Oh god, oh god,” she breathed. I felt her pussy start to tighten on my cock, and my own orgasm rise within me. She tightened, I grew harder, both of us were moaning now. Finally, my resistance gave way as rope after rope shot into her pussy. The warmth and pulsating of my cock was all she needed as she started squeezing me, milking the cum out.We came together, each’s orgasm elevating and prolonging the other. Every time her pussy contracted,. I could see trash and a stopped up toilet, the bath tube looked dingy and the face bowl was just as dirty. Bruce and Charlie pushed me into the largest bedroom where there was the remnants of a bed, just the mattress and box springs on cinder blocks. There were lots of clothing all over the floor and Charlie was kicking them around with his foot as if he was searching for something. Bruce and Daniel were walking around me as if they were looking me over. It was then that Bruce reached out and. Otherwise, no." Debbie explained."I never thought I'd feel this way when you first proposed the idea that I pose naked with your daughter, but I'm going nuts after a week of not posing." Peter confessed. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but it's like I'm addicted to your daughter's naked body and I'm going through withdrawal." Don't feel bad. The last few weeks I've gotten more enjoyment and excitement out of painting than I ever have before, and I think that shows in the pictures.