All seemed to be going ok. He walked on to the bedroomwith Carrie crawling behind. He took a quarter out of his pocket, as he usuallydid, and flipped ...the quarter on the bed. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief whenit bounced. He pulled on her leash again guiding her to the bathroom; thisroom again seemed to pass his approval. Then he looked in the area where thecat liter box was kept. She felt the grip tighten up on her leash. "What is this?" he asked pulling her over to look at the box. "I. She climbed slowly onto the bed between his legs letting her soft, warm tits drag up his legs just barely grazing his balls then licked his belly lingering and soaking his navel with her tongue then her hanging breasts dinged against the sides of his leaping cock."Jesus Jackie, this is torture." But she didn't respond climbing further up his body, her knees now opposite his hips. He could feel her light cropped pubic hair graze lightly up the underside of his cock and when he thrust upwards she. She could not help but wonder how depraved their descriptive efforts really were. The truck was from a company a fair distance from the seaside village and she presumed they were on a quick round trip as soon as they could offload their cargo.Nonchalantly, she lowered her sunglasses and hiked up her wrap so her bottom was favorably displayed and walked past the truck making sure she did not make eye contact with either of the young men."Nice bum on yer, Mrs. Bet your hubby gets a fair share of. All fingers were moving.I placed both hands on his thing and slowly began to pull the head deeper...then back off...then down again...and back until I had a few inches. My hands slowly twisted around the shaft, or more like trunk. I'd done this before with Doug. I knew what I could and could not do and I knew that I could not take it any deeper as my mouth was stretched and his banging against my tonsils was gagging me. He knew, too, as he slowly backed off, placed his knees on the lounge and.