0 orgasm and she roared again in pleasure and victory. Still, years of getting her pussy eaten allowed Marta to hold Robert's head in place. He knew w...hat to do now and kept doing it. As Robert sucked her juices, Marta was soon off toward another climax.Marta let Robert bring her to another glorious orgasm and them another. God, she could let a man do that all night. On some other night she just might, but delicious as it was to have a man between her legs eating her pussy, Marta had bigger fish. Ariel laughed and gently pushed Jack away, saying with a laugh, "Dinner's gonna burn if you continue doing that! Here, make yourself useful and toss the salad." She handed him the salad tongs and he took the salad out of the refrigerator. Ariel put the garlic bread in the oven, then drained the pasta. She put the pasta in a bowl and sat it on the counter.Then she poured the hot marinara sauce and meatballs into another bowl, setting it beside the pasta on the counter. Jack placed the salad on. But I was checking our bank page while Gail was checking for possible new sexual thrills. Since we were naked, her hand sometimes drifted into her crotch for a little stroke or poke.“Let’s see,” I answered. She turned her laptop so I could see the ad. It read much like the others. I looked at the three pictures they’d posted. She was possibly Hispanic or something. She had dark hair to her brown shoulders, hanging loose. Her breasts were small and she had no pubes.He was part Asian, it looked. “Jane…please…” “Please what?” Jane taunted me as she pulled up my thongs higher to a point where it wouldn’t budge anymore. I felt a mild ache in my loins and in my crack as the cloth strained against me. “Please make it tighter?” Jane continued teasing. This time she moved her hand away from my waistband, much to my short lived delight. I felt a finger prodding against my asshole, with only a sheer cloth of a thong separating it from penetrating me. “No please… make them looser,” I.