“Have you every been to a sex club?” Heather’s answer brought her up short. “For men or women?” “Women? ...You mean women only?” “Women only.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Have you been to one?” “I thought you were asking the questions here.” Linda blushed and they both laughed. “Yes, I have.” Now Linda was really curious. “Well, I am sworn not toevery. "But Master!" She wailed plaintively.I put my arms on my sides and pretend to be stern... "No little lady ... I know what you want. But dinner comes first."Sarah sighs, and cross her arms ... ready to pout.I reach across the couch and scoop her up rather unceremoniously. "Now I expect you to sit in this chair and sample the wine." I dumped her onto the chair. "The noodles have probably boiled by now and all I have to do is add them to the sauce ... be good and wait here."I exited into the. Sinfully rich and with a BIG kick. Mom refuses to measure the alcohol, just sloshes it in until it tastes right. Mel’s eyes sprang wide open when she took her first spoonful. I could see a request for the recipe coming up fast. The Marsala wine gives it the taste, the white rum the kick. I wouldn’t want to drive with more than two of Mom’s generous portions in my belly; with no cooking involved, the alcohol is still potent.“Mom, I showed Mel your wedding photo. She reckoned Uncle Stan’s. I kept thrusting thru the strong muscular contractions, and Ann was moaning and whimpering into Jean’s hot pussy. In just moments, Jean was cumming again, even harder than before. After a moment of recovery, Jean pulled Ann’s face out of her crotch, and kissed her and said, ‘That was great Ann, but I gotta have that hard cock in me now!’ I pulled out of Ann, and slammed full length into Jean’s twitching cunt. I put Jean’s legs over my shoulder so that I could get as deep as possible, and.
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