If that were meant to soak up any pussy discharge it couldn’t be much at all. The cotton triangle was only two inches across on the one end and a po...int of the other end four inches away. I must admit that some of my wife’s G-strings are even smaller but with longer strings.That afternoon we had an ‘afternoon delight’ for the first time in many years. The thoughts of those tiny panties having been that close to some wonderful young pussy just seemed to excite me.Apparently my wife had passed on. The swing of his loaded balls slapped wetly againsther upturned ass.“God!” Kris groaned as her pussy accepted every single inch of herbrother’s pulsating prickmeat.Her inner pussy muscles squeezed his cock with rapid convulsions. Sheknew that the young boy was about to come now. And she also knew thatonce she felt his thick cum gushing into her, she would come with him.Matt was fucking his big sister violently now. His cock was drillingdeeply into her, fucking into the spongy. In fact, after all those months of Facebook friendship, it would be downright rude and would forever burden Jane’s conscience. But it was still perhaps the best thing to do. ‘Er, yes,’ said Jane. ‘Perhaps not a coffee, though. Too much caffeine, you know…’ ‘I remember what you said you liked,’ said Charlie considerately. ‘It’s on your Facebook page. A White Cranberry juice.’ ‘Ermm… Yes, that’s it. That’s exactly what I’d like.’ And as Charlie walked off to the counter, to wait in queue behind a. The sex was great. She was only the third girl you had ever slept with and only the second you'd slept with more than once. The difference was night and day. She was comfortable with her body and really knew how to enjoy herself. She was a double major in biology and dance, so her schedule was usually packed, but when she did make time for you, what a time it was.Jane.But you can't think about her right now. If you spend the rest of the night jerking off, you'll never get this assignment.