Pre cum now poured out of my hard cock in a kind of mini orgasm. It felt amazing!I was so close to cumming, but i had to taste his cock. I had to suck... him, I needed to suck him. There was nothing I wanted more. I slid to my knees in front of him. I was now eye level with his still hanging dick. He looked so good, so sexy. My mouth watered as I closed my eyes and leaned in. I felt the soft, firm flesh of his manhood on my face and lips. I planted soft kisses on his shaft and the feeling of his. Which is funny if you think about it, because I know intellectually that it happens to everyone and there’s nothing you can do about it, but there are nights when I finally falls asleep from exhaustion because the thought of death sends me into a panic attack. Which doesn’t help anything, because then I worry about what the lack of sleep is doing to me, which just creates a vicious cycle. My palms get sweaty and my heart feels like a jackhammer against my chest. I can tell I go into fight or. I heard Amy yell: "We won!" and then the Ummmm of a kiss and a foot in front of my eyes was my wife's split wide open ass cheeks and equally wide open gash, her cunt was the pink of a beautiful sunset. Tom relaxed his arms so Amy dropped a bit and thrust up his hips for a direct hit, it wasn't difficult: smallish pointy penis and open wet pussy, spread so wide it was like a funnel, all he had to do was be in the neighbourhood. He moved right in with several jackhammer thrusts balls deep. Amy. Their kiss lingered. Even more surprising to his secretary was the intimate way male hands stroked the woman’s back, her sides up toward breasts and ultimately reached low to clutch Laura almost between her cheeks. The tight skirt of Laura’s dress crept well high on thighs but she made no effort toward modesty. Celeste watched as Laura indicated no hesitance or rejection of Greg’s touching but pressed her hips forward in complicity. Finally the couple pulled apart. “Celeste, don’t ever let me.