She placed a ‘Private Party’ sign in the window. She looked at who was in the room and wrote down the names on two lists, one male and one female.... She then tore the names to be separate. Vicky noticed what Karen was doing.“You’re not are you?” She asked knowing Karen’s intentions for the names.“Jake has to leave soon and I need all the men here,” she smiled. “I know we can’t fuck here but the girls can give them blow jobs,” she winked.“Excuse me can I have everyone’s attention?” Karen. This was going to be my fantasy stuff; I have always dreamy of sucking my son’s balls, his penis, his ass and his each and every organ. I was very possessive from his childhood, and now when he was an adult I wanted to control him in same manner. Massaging his all body, caressing his balls with oil, getting his forehead of penis oiled so that no infection could appear there in my son’s penis.Now his penis was horribly stiffened, my pussy was getting wet and I was still fantasizing and forgot. "Come on over here." Betty came closer."Feel her throat," Rebus said. "Peel her throat when she starts to swallow my cum." Erica was shocked as she felt Betty's fingers touch her throat, although Erica knew there was nothing really that should shock her now. Here she was on her knees in a shower sucking his cock. It shouldn't surprise her that the man's wife was going to feel her throat.Nothing should ever surprise her again.She turned her attention back to his cock. She once again sucked him. I felt a slight breeze after a couple of seconds as the postman pushed the letter box open and got an eyeful of my boy pussy.He reached in and groped my ass cheeks as best he could with his fingers. I giggled and pulled away, still bending over and looking through my open legs at him.He said we have you some new clothes at Mr Bakes house, why don't you come over and try them on. I said but I don't have any clothes on silly.He said I have my waterproof coat in my bag, you could put that on for.