She was sliding her hand up and down his cock fast, moving his foreskin up and down, she could feel it throbbing in her hand, "i want you inside me" s...he whispered into his ear, he was quickly between her legs, the sensation of his hand running down her thigh, and his other still pounding away inside her was breathtaking, she moved her own hand down to her pussy, pulled his hand out guiding it back to her mouth, licking and sucking his fingers. He kissed her hard, slowly lowering himself onto. I looked at Anthony. He had his head leaned back on the couch with his eyes closed. My wife was going to live up to her last blow job and even try to make this one better for him. It was amazing watching her stretch her mouth to accommodate his coke-can sized girth. She loves a challenge and was going to win against his extra large manhood. Her technique was unique. She would work on his huge nuts that hung low between his hairy legs. She would suck on them, then lick her way up his 8 plus inch. I didn’t mean to do that. I’m not some pervert of anything. I’m just…’ ‘A hetero male with a healthy libido!’ laughed Amber. ‘No need to apologize. I’m flattered that I could manage that reaction from you. We won’t say anything to anyone, but judging from the way the other ladies fled the room, you may have been busted already. We need to be sure to include a jock or something for you when you pose with a swimsuit and those scantily clad beauties. You could hurt someone with that if you’re not. Prospects for an orphan were highly limited in the rough and tumble of newly minted America. When the skinny young waif had shown up at the door of Dusty’s “Last Chance Saloon” he knew the girl would have no appeal to his “regulars”. My god she was practically skin and bones. But the emptiness of her eyes had caused him to pause. He’d offered her room and board in return for occupying the last dancehall girl room. He’d sensed from her eyes that this was her last chance and that was Dusty’s.