His actions seemed inefficient, as his small peniswasn't growing.But I was here to help now. When I arrived next to him, I put myself towork immediate...ly. I leaned towards him, on my knees on the cold floor:my hands reached for his, pushing them aside so I could get a betteraccess to his manhood. He didn't resist at all, not even speaking."You should act manly, if you want to be a man," I whispered with mysensual voice.My words seemed to reach his mind: he stopped sobbing. It was a goodstart.I. " This is too crazy to be made up." sighed Bob."Well, we were pretty close. That's why I called her. I asked her for a favor." said Miranda, stopping to sip her coffee."How in the world did you get them to put you through to her on the phone?" asked Bob."I told them to tell her it was Barbie Doll on the phone, and that if they didn't they might get fired." Barbie Doll?" asked Bob."That's what Paul called me when he popped my cherry. She thought it was cute and called me that for the rest of the. The half-gallon bottle fills almost to the top with her vaginal secretions. Mark usually pour out two tall glasses from the bottle. He and his brother each took a glass of their mother's delicious and tasty sex fluids fresh from her cunt. They drink and savor it slowly with pure delight and enjoyment. Sometimes, both boys will take terms to offer their glasses to their mother's lips to let her seep and drink her own delectable cunt juice. They stored the unfinished bottle of their mother's. He tells me thanks and that he needs to get back to his room walks out the door. I fill my ice bucket and then walk back to my room. I sit on the bed thinking about what had just happened. I look down at my pussy, still soaked with his cum, my cum, and I guess some of my husband’s. I feel good as I got the release I needed and for being so naughty. I went to the bathroom and stood naked in front of the mirror looking over my body. I just fucked a complete stranger, I still have his cum in me.