"Huh? Her 'sore pussy?'"Wh, what? I mean, why is it s, sore?" I asked, afraid of the answer."You knooooowww," she flirted."I do?" Of course," she re...plied cryptically.I didn't know. At least I hoped I didn't know."Wh, why?" I asked again."From being nearly split open with that big, black cock. God! It wassooo big!"'Big, black cock?' Was she saying that she'd fucked Fred Davis? As I'dworried all day that she had?"Do, y, you mean, Fr, Fred Davis?" I pressed her, afraid of the answer."Fred?". Amy came next; Fidos tongue had been slurping up her pussy juices inside her cunt. He had his whole tongue jammed up inside her and she was going crazy; bucking up and down, then shoving her pelvis forward grinding her lips against his mouth.I sagged back against the chair, Becky falling with me; with my cock still lodged in her ass she nestled against my belly and chest. Amy sagged back in her chair as did Brenda in hers. We were all exhausted but well satisfied, very well satisfied. We all. I didn’t expect us to last as long as we did and frankly, I didn’t ever intend to fall for her as hard as I did but it was what it was and we felt that we needed to be together and we willing to risk whatever the consequences were to do so. In the end, her husband divorced her which I was very happy about since she was now a free woman. My wife and a very surprising reaction and, no, it wasn’t that we become a threesome you dirty minded mothers. Basically, my wife said that she loved me as a. He grinned, asked Chauncey to wait and dashed back upstairs. He selected a pair of denim and leather jeans, short boots and a comfortable shirt, tousling his hair before he left. He took the elevator back down and presented himself to the driver who gave him a respectful bow of approval. Chauncey opened the doors and they sped off toward Daytona, ending the journey in front of her house. ‘Uh, Chauncey, I didn’t ask, but do I have anything to take in with me?’ Chauncey smiled and handed Gale a.