The two women had engulfed the fake cock so their bare behinds rubbed against each other. While Janelle maintained initial control of the cock with he...r hand, they talked to each other and often massaged each other’s ass.“So you’re an ass whore, huh?”“Fuck! Fuck my fucking ass slut!”“Move your nasty whore fucking ass faster slut.”“You’re the one that needs to get your shit into fucking gear. What the fuck are you doing, just jerking off? That’s not doing anything for me you nasty piece of fuck. She was pleasuring him like they had been together for years, comfortable, open, she sucked him as wonderfully as I knew she could do, after all, she'd done me many times. Then, she cummed and pushed her pussy down on him, rubbing her wet juices all over his face. My face has been there so many times, I knew just how Ira was being swamped by pussy right now, Terry just loved having her pussy eaten and she always had wild orgasms from oral. Terry was sucking him as only she can do. My wife gives. She tilted her head, tantalizingly. I kissed her, lightly on the lips and felt her hand on my arm. The kiss increased, becoming intense.I heard the phone ring. Did Elizabeth hear it? She showed no sign that she did. Her arms were around my neck and my hands were cupping the cheeks of her ass. Her tongue fought with mine as she wiggled her ass while rubbing her tummy against my cock.The phone continued to ring as I lowered my lips to nibble on her earlobe. She tipped her head back to give me. Aroused, I unzipped my pants, freed my erection and slowly started masturbating. I had a brief moment of shame when I realized what I was doing, but then I remembered Amy and Mel's counsel. They taught me that we are who we are. We should recognize it, accept it and enjoy it. As long as you're not hurting anyone it's good. Smiling, I lay back, watched my Julia Anne movie and stroked my erect cock while I listened to the sounds of Mark fucking Abby and David preparing my wife so Bobby could fuck.