Hearing my mother-in-law swear and curse really through me at the same time it was turning me on, l yelled ‘l’m cumin’, held myself tight up aga...inst Molly and opened my flood gates the first load of creamy spunk sent her inner pussy muscles into a spasm, l could feel them twitching and tightening sending rippling waves up and down my shaft then l gave a hard shove of my cock into her now sticky hole and shot another full load her pussy muscles closed around my shaft causing me to pull Molly. "Say it," he insisted. "Oh god," she repeated in a whisper, "I, I want to suck your, prick, Sir." She stared at the object of her desire, rigid and selfish and above all potent. "Say it again, bitch," he repeated, "like you mean it", and received the desired "I want to suck your prick, Sir" in response. He liked hearing her use that word, prick - how it always came out with a slight catch in her voice the first time, then smoothly the second time and thereafter. "Lift up your bra, slut," he now. Meanwhile, the new girl wasn’t doing so well. She was tapping Rhonda’s arm, kicking and gurgling. Other than throbbing veins, Rhonda was a stone statue. Even when the sister rushed over to try and save the drowning new girl, the wrestler wasn’t even tickled by the shoves. The new girl’s movements were getting weaker, and the bubbles stopped rising to the surface of the cum bucket still three-quarters full. Rhonda kept a side-glance on Delilah, calmly awaiting her signal and secretly hoping it. Pat and I had been friends forever. Slowly Pat leaned across the car and pressed her lips to mine. I was a goner. Pat and I had been like a pair of old well beloved slippers. We truly belonged together. With that Pat pulled me in for another lip-lock. This one was deeper and far more passionate. She pulled me in and I didn’t resist. Her tongue was hot against mind and I opened my lips to receive her affection. As we were separated by the console of my car, I suggested we get in the back to be.