Later that night the two of them rolled around the bed lapping at each other pussies each thinking the same thing, I wonder what my pussy would taste ...like cooked? Jessica thought, I wonder what her pussy would taste like cooked Stacey thought as she continued to tongue fuck the pussy in front of her for awhile and they both fell sleep in each others arms. The next morning, Jessica and Stacey went down to the kitchen for breakfast So tomorrow is thanksgiving, have you decided if we are sticking. I told him what other reason could there be, knowing that as coach of the Super Bowl team he would be coaching the NFC team in the Pro Bowl."Of course, I'd like it better if you were All Pro, instead of just playing in the Pro Bowl."She smiled and shook her head. "It's funny, I guess. That has to be the only football game of the year that everyone wants to be picked for, but no one wants to actually play in." Catherine Bradley, you're too much!" he exclaimed with a grin."No, I'm not," she. "Yours? I have nothing of yours". "Yesyou have, but not for long, Mr. 287. I want the slaves you just bought". "Youwhat?" "I'll even pay you for them, $25.000". "But Ibought them for more than $90.000, and I won't sell them". "Soyou'll lose a lot of money, tough luck". "No I won't!" "Yesyou will, shithead!" One of the boys grabbed my shirt to haul me outof the chair. "Or we'll beat the shit out of you!" "But that'sassault!" "Yeah, tough, what's you gonna do about it?" "Youcan't do this?" "Why. I let out a deep growl, and she could probably sense that I was really close, because she sucked even harder than she had before. I grabbed the sheets and bucked my hips, and before I knew it, I was shooting my hot, sticky cum down her throat. She did not hesitate at swallowing the entire load, trying not to let any escape from her lips. Once I was finished shooting my load down her throat, she kissed the tip of my cock and came up to cuddle next to me."Did you enjoy that?" She asked"More than.