Desi you've never even had a boyfriend!" I bursted out laughing.Her laugh immediately stopped and she narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't know if I've... had a boyfriend or not. Besides you don't see me bringing any guys home."She stood up and ran out the room up to her bedroom and shut her door. I felt bad for making fun of her. I almost forgot I had never seen her with a guy. I knew she talked to guys since they always called the house, but I'd never really heard her mention a boyfriend.I heard. She lowered her hips and guided him into her still wet cunt. She knew this would lubricate his cock and also allow her cunt juice to run into the crack of her ass before she took him in. She’d done this so many times with her ex husband and considered herself to be an expert.Brian watched her do all the work and he knew that she was smart enough to wet his cock before he fucked her ass.Sharron finally got to the couch and had a great view of his cock entering her daughter’s cunt. Before, she. She stroked my forehead and caressed my cheek, then kissed me sweetly again. She drove her hips firmly until her pussy lips were grinding at the base of my cock.“Si, mi amor,” she smiled as she watched my face, seeing me give in to the feeling. She stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth and gently coaxed me to open it, licking her lips at the sound of my breath rushing. She went faster and I involuntarily moaned. “You sound so sexy, too. After this I want you to watch Carlo and I together, then. “There is something about watching two hot looking chicks dancing together,” Dan commented, leaning toward Doug.“I know what you mean.”The song was half over when they started, so they didn’t have much time to dance fast. The song ended, and Wendy, holding Kelly’s hand, came the few steps to their table, picked up her drink and downed half of it.“I am getting fucking drunk and I want you to fuck me right here honey,” Wendy said loud enough for Doug or others to hear.“Wendy can I ask you, how.