He went down slowly then just gave a long moan and relaxed. I flopped beside him and tried to let my breathing return to normal; that had been a very ...nice little ride. While I’d been cleaning him up, I’d been leaking a lot. It was running down my thighs, over my balls and down my limp cock. That always feels damned good to me. Messy but good.Now, as I lay there staring at the dark ceiling, it was making a little mess in the sarong as the leaking continued. I could feel where he’d been rubbing. She reached down and put some on her fingers and licked it off. She said it tasted good. I rubbed the rest onto her tits and put the gown back over her. She cuddled in and went to sleep. Again the next morning when her mum got home she got banged hard.The third night was the same but this time Carrie was not wearing any panties at all and she didn't even ask as she crawled onto my lap. But before she could get comfortable I lifted her up and removed my cutoffs. She wiggled her little butt onto. He didn't think it could be his mother, since his mother has avoided talking to ever him since he dropped out of highschool five years ago.Instead of getting off his lazy ass to check if there really was a visitor, he waited to see if the knocking would continue, but as a few moments passed without anymore knocks, he convinced himself that he was just hearing things and started to turn back to his computer screen.Before Anon could refresh the thread, his door busted open. The unexpected sound. " He grinned. "I'm guessing that that household has a new head."Kenneth looked at Alison and made quite sure he had her attention. "Just like this one!" He pulled Paula's head off his cock and indicated for her to stand. "So Alison, you've been fucking Donald Cresswell have you?" She nodded her head hesitantly. "And you have pictures to prove it?" She nodded her head again. He smiled. "Good, you can show me later tonight," he added as he led Paula over to a chair, sat down, pulled her onto his.