The three males hung their heads down, sufficiently chastised. A mumbled “Yes, mom,” “Sorry, mom, Tracy,” and “Yes, dear,” were quietly uttered. Dottie encouraged her daughter once more, “Go ahead Tracy, the boys will mind me if they know what’s good for them. And trust me, you will love having your pussy eaten.” She looked at her daughter and grinned wickedly. “Yeah Tracy,” Jane said. “It’s OK! Everyone here knows what a pussy looks like.” Jane wiggled her ass and looked up at her sister from her position on the floor. “Come on, I want to lick your twat. I’ve always wondered what it tastes like. I bet it tastes GOOD!” Tracy slowly shimmied out of her tight pants and then rolled down her cotton panties. She paused a bit before uncovering her gash. She moaned around my dick which really felt good. “I said to stop,” I feel that chill when he speaks and now I know we have the right one. More mucus dripped out of my ass when that six foot guy pulled his penis out. Her: Tell me more please oh please be dirty. “Yeah,” I groaned, realizing it had. He ceremoniously tied the leather collar around his new slave. It didn't take many thrusts before Mike and Haley reached soul searing climaxes, the intensity of which carried them to heights neither had ever even dreamed of. “Mmm, Mrs. Davies,” moaned Imogene as she sat on Steve's knees, leaning forward to eat me. He hardly noticed, lost in thought. I knew he would feel that when time unfroze. “You think someone’ll notice mah bumps?” And how much he enjoyed it – I see he got dressed up for our second one.” Lium lapped her pussy until she orgasmed then slammed his cock deep into her again. While my tongue swept her interior, my lower lip moved back and forth across her clitoris like the tides, making her shiver each time. Well 1 beer led to 2 beers, then 3 beers then 4 beers, but after 4 they guys finally decided that they were going for their ‘early’ night.
I've fantasised even more often of that day when Mrs. Green accidentally falls off the Off Shore Trading and gets eaten by a handy shark." "Your boat?" "Yacht." "The kids?" "Ah, the kids. I did everything I could for them, you know. Everything. Eton. One at Oxford. One through Sandhurst. Then Oxford. Bit of a waste. A more perfect pair of evil little shits you couldn't imagine." "Ah, well, I am something of an expert on evil shits." That drew a huge and genuine laugh. "You see, this is why I like you. You're too clever to do this, you know, you should be using that mind of yours." "I just made two thousand quid for, what, forty minutes work?" "I make that, about, too, but for me it's twenty four seven." "Yeah. Plus, you don't have people literally shitting on you." "Exactly!" She grinned. He wasn't all that bad. He was leaning against the tiled wall now, ogling her soapy body, now, finally, free of shit. "So you're saying I still have twenty minutes left on the clock?" She looked down. The old beast was rearing up again. "You going to need all of it?" "Well, if we run over time I'm sure there's a way to compensate you." Each with a hot iron. I had to go through PE, which was running around the track, with a hard cock and the largest pair of blue ovaries any futa ever had. We did better the 15, by 1, before Will fell asleep on me. I guessed that he was as tired as I was. As I did, I noticed a few large, flat rocks in an open area. I cried out as the head of my grandfathers old penis broke through my hymen.� Her nightshirt covers to her mid-thigh, but still, seeing these limber legs and knowing she’s bare now all the way up to her panties…
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