Her mom really was out of town and she really had decided to stay at Carly's for a while. It wasn't her fault that correlation didn't imply causation...."Does my answer even matter?" Spencer's tone indicated that he already knew the answer. Fortunately, he didn't sound annoyed."Absolutely not."He made a hand gesture that Sam interpreted as approval. Approval, and permission to raid his fridge. Granted, it took some creativity for that second interpretation, but she was notoriously creative when it. I pulled my mouth of it and looked in her eyes, offered it to her and she stuck her tongue out as we both licked her nipple. We heard a zipper and both looked over to see Keith pulling his own dick out. Debbie smiled, and asked him how it feels, watching another man suck her big tits. He nodded, focused on his own cock. Her hand immediately found my raging hard on. She stopped. Stepped back and just looked at me. "Oh my god, seriously?" "What? Whats wrong?" I ask. "Sorry, nothing baby," she. She spread her legs wide, bringing up her knees, and bracing her feet on the mattress, lifting her rump a bit, as she felt Liza’s tongue bury deeper into her, then flutter from side to side, almost vibrating fast, over her cunt, fluttering her sweet, tense labia. Her breathing became quickly ragged and shallow, swallowing my cock, as I pumped harder and deeper, as her pleasure worked faster and faster toward her release. She ran her fingers on one hand through Liza’s silky dark hair, as she. Maybe Jonah was just torturing me; had me buy this thing, then doesn’t wear his camera, a giant practical joke on the stupid husband. That’d be great, the whole damn weekend fretting about what he was doing with my wife.I had been sitting what seemed forever and was giving up hope, thinking that I’d thrown all that money away, taking it off every so often to see how long it’d been. It was 9:45, almost four hours after I’d started watching when it suddenly popped to life. All of a sudden I was.