Every now and then Mel would pause from sucking Sally's cunt and moan, "Fuck yeah!" Gripping her shoulders I fucked her hard, each thrust forcing her ...own onto Sally's mouth. I could feel my balls slapping on Sally's forehead. With a cry, Mel came, clawing at the sheets but neither Sally or I were finished with her yet. As she lay panting, I slicked a finger from her cunt juices and pushed it into her ass. "Yeow!" she cried and tried to crawl forwards onto the bed but I held her tight.Pulling. Nobody had ever held my cock, and the feeling of another hand, even my mates, thrilled me. He pulled the sheath over my cock, and told me to carry on, as he went back to himself. This terrible actress was sucking a cock on the video. I asked if he’d had his cock sucked, and he answered no. I said I bet it’s great, but I bet spunk (as we called it then) tasted awful. Chris agreed about the spunk. He suddenly looked at me and said ‘well we both have Johnnies (again, we were only youngsters!). I milked that cock in me. I wiggled and shimmied on him. I love cock. I saw the clock that read 5:30 PM. I knew what I wanted for supper. LOL.No more fish for me. {I remembered living on Cape Cod at age 27 and having a few gay friends. I went to a gay bar and even danced with other guys. One guy asked me to slow dance so we did. He rubbed my butt and grinded his cock on me. Nothing much else. I was stoned and loose. I was in another . She tried to tie her hair into a loose bun as she walked towards fridge, but dad shouted at her saying ‘khulay rakh saali….bandh kyon rahi hai apnay baal’. She got dad his water in bed and lay next to him, licking his nipples and kissing his upper body. Dad, on the other hand, had shown no love towards her in the entire session. He had treated her like a whore. He put on the TV. They were watching some Hindi movie. I couldn’t see properly which one from my keyhole vantage point. Anyways, after.