I headed to my bedroom but my husband wasn’t there either. He must be having a good time with his young slutty secretary, I thought. I put on my blu...e bikini and headed to the pool to relax myself. I jumped in the pool. After a few minutes, I heard a noise. I got scared and looked around. It might be someone to rob me but I saw my stepson, Andrew. He had started going out for late night parties, and tonight, again, he had been to a party. “Hey, Andrew,” I said waving my hand, as Andrew tried to. I gripped her apple shaped ass, beyond caring if I left bruises, and did my best to obey, thrusting myself up into her slick hole harder, faster, deeper, grunting as we rutted, feeling myself building towards a thermonuclear reaction until… I felt like I must have ripped her open, so powerful was my climax. I came in silence, too focused on filling her with gallons of my super enhanced spunk to waste time with vocalizations. She more than made up for it, screaming like an erotically charged. In exchange, I returned the favor to him and his brother, chewing and gnawing their dicks and letting them fuck me in my throat. Clint Snyder was a goddamn freak. “That’s right, pussycat, how’s Daddy’s cock in your little throat? Mrggg...” he moaned while I opened wide. He then squirted on my face and titties, rubbing it all over my caramel brown skin. "Damn, baby, I sure do want my cock to fuck every hole you got. When can I see you again, gorgeous girl?" I laughed, wiping myself off. "I. At the same time that Julie was fortifying her nerve with coke, Van Daddock was also, if for different reasons. He loved to fuck when high on cocaine. It had been the thing that had brought him together with Julie a few summers ago.He had promised Julie some heroin and amazing sex if she broke up with Bobby. Remembering how great a fuck Julie had been when on coke, he figured she'd blow his mind if she had a little something extra mixed in as well. He tapped his breast coat pocket, to ensure.