For her top, she found an old, and now very thin light yellow spaghetti string top, that was at least three years old. It had been fine when she was t...hirteen and had tiny little a-cup mounds that had barely tented the little shirt. But now at seventeen, with firm tits that stood out like cones from her chest, the shirt was downright lewd, as it not only displayed the full shape of her conical mounds, but also the dark puffy aureolas the topped each young tit. It was also now much too short, as. When I sat back down she came over to me and giggling she sat on my lap.OMG!!Sherri’s skirt might have been long and reserved, certainly not tight and revealing but the material was thin. I could feel every detail like the outline of her panties and the heat. This lady was on heat, I could feel the heat between her legs and as you might have guessed I was instantly hard. It was torture at it’s best. Every movement was transmitted through my cock and I could feel it pushing against her. If she. By now, we'd attracted quite a crowd, and there were calls of 'Go, baby, go!' and 'Me next! Do me next!' 'No, I want to come in your husband's mouth next!'. I could feel the cock twitching in my hand, and felt the spurts of semen, time after time, shooting out of this big dick, into my husband's mouth and right down his throat!He swallowed and swallowed, but I kept jacking and it kept shooting. Five, six, seven? I don't know how many big spurts of come I shot from the big dick into his mouth.. It was just the three of us. My lady sat down next to me on the floor and her sister on the couch. She was the dress-down attire of yoga pants and a comfy hoody. Her curvaceous thighs swelled under her own weight as she sat with her legs crossed under her. Her cute milky feet peeked out from under her. Her thick ankles exposed. I tried not to stare but I soaked up her image with frequent glances over. My cock swelled with thoughts of how firm and juicy her fruit was. In one instance I thought.