She would smile thinking about Hank carrying on all by himself in the living room and felt a little sorry for their basset hound Duke who was laying o... the couch with him. A few minutes into the second quarter, as if he had taken all he could handle, Duke came waddling into the room where Pam was working and laid down beside her chair. Pam reached down and petted Duke's head and ran her hand down his long ear as if to let him know that she understood that Hank was too much to take when he was. "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 wearing any panties--she seldom did around the house--and Jake gazed down at her crotch with undisguised lust. Martha's cunt mound was a luxuriant triangle of curly blonde hair and through that bushy tangle her. The words were more like an order than a request and I found myself on my knees between his legs. His penis and balls were only inches from my face and I could feel the heat from his bloated erection on my cheeks. His hand continued to pump his organ. His balls bounced up and down with each stroke. I felt filthy, used, excited, afraid that we would be caught, but I felt a rush of excitement that I’d never felt before with any man. I wanted his penis to explode in my face. I wanted to see his. As I look at sex as an art so I try to make the then partner get her satisfaction to the fullest and in turn I also get fully satisfied; it’s all about giving first, then getting it back; so this time also I thought of getting laid but didn’t knew how and when. As I had read several stories about guys and ladies getting laid in trains so I too thought that if I ever get any opportunity I wouldn’t miss it no matter what. I didn’t think that my “thought” would manifest so early but it did. We.