I wanted to orally clean her ass as well, licking up Uncle Stavy’s cum as it leaked from that hole, too. Her pussy was certainly sweet enough as I l...icked it, anyway.Jeanne reacted to my tongue as if struck by lightning or something. Her knees just about buckled, especially as she knew that I had sore jaws and still wanted her badly enough to eat her creamy twat. She moaned and hissed. Her toes curled and she pushed back at Uncle Stavy with a real thrust of her hips. That was enough for him and. She was young, 28 and had dark hair and eyes. My relationship with Rosalie was unique, we were both in a relationship and neither had any intentions on changing that, and regardless, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t her “type”, but we became friendly and sometimes secretly chatted on Facebook. It really wasn’t secret at all to be honest, at least not initially – all G rated, it all started when I was chatting with her while buzzed on private messenger, I mentioned how I really liked to read/write. She continued fucking herself, knowing that she could not hold out much longer, despite what her Master desired. "PLEASE, Master! Ohhh god please! I need to cum!" she said again, begging him. "Not yet. Continue," he said flatly. Again the girl groaned her disappointment. But she did as she was bade, and continued fucking her tormented pussy with the cock. Chelsea was almost crazed with lust and her pleading and begging had become a garbled mixture of English, British, and just animal sounds.. That evening after our company was gone and we'd cleaned up, Kathy and I sat together in the TV room. We were both pretty tired and I was thankful when she said I'd earned a break from my ab roller exercises for the evening. She turned on the Lifetime network and they were showing a made-for-TV-movie based on a best-selling relationship novel that Kathy had me read. I remember how the flap copy had called the novel one of the best women's novels of the year."Oh goody," I said, as I settled.