" Oh." Sorry." I apologized for sounding grouchy. "I'm not sure if her mom said 'wouldn't' or 'couldn't' myself." That's easy," Fran put in. "When it ...comes to Peggy and the phone, 'wouldn't' is a non-starter. She never met a call she didn't like. Has she ever left you a short message on voicemail? I swear, she'll carry on both sides of the conversation with an answering machine. Someday they'll invent a phone that'll be grafted to her skull and she'll take it."Head bobs from the bunch as they. He was hard. He was into it. For now.Personally, I wanted a lot more than just his dick on my tongue, but I wasn't going to push it. And all desires fell away as I saw his cock again. Sucking it should be enough. For now. It was better looking in the light. A big, bulbous head, long thin shaft, with veins visible beneath the pink skin. His pubic hair wasn't groomed, but it wasn't very long either. The whole package was gorgeous, and I prayed he'd last longer than last weekend.I. "What caused that, do you think?" She fanned herself with the ivory fan hanging from her dainty wrist. I ran my hand down her encased back and caressed her firm buttocks. She was wearing some sort of bright colored sacque dress with a fancy front and a wide, silk petticoat. Much of her chest protruded from its tight and stiff covering, barely sheltered under a light and filmy kerchief.I kneaded her bottom with one hand while I pulled the dress off her shoulder with the other and kissed her on. I eagerly pulled her bra cups up and started sucking her breasts. Oh man, they were so soft. Her nipples were too hard like erasers. I kept on sucking and fucking her. In between she used to pull my head up and kiss me. I was kissing her, sucking her breasts, fucking her, feeling her, it was all great for me.Then gradually, we both started fucking like rabbits. We were humping each other like anything. We both were in some other world. She was screaming so loud, that I was afraid, what if.