She got a feeling that maybe I was ready to ejaculate my sperm, into her. She pleaded with me, " No John. Please do not put your seed into me. I am a ...widow. What will people say? Please pull out of me. I shall make you ejaculate with my hands " But her pleading is in vain. It is obvious that I wanted to plant my seed deep inside her. I stared at her. There is mad lust in my eyes. There is still three more inches of my cock that her pussy has not yet accommodated. She can see that I'm now. I felt complete submission as I performed such a nasty act, sucking a mans cock that had just been in my ass, but it didn't repulse me, it was quite the opposite and that surprised me.I couldn't get enough of his hot cock, I licked and sucked every single inch clean and took him deep into my throat as he reached back and put his fingers into my ass, prying me open again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and spun me around with my ass up in the air again at the foot of the bed.I felt his mouth. Never before had I ever thought of her like that, but as I saw my husband's ex wife in that position, my sexual juices flowed. My skirt came up with me too, so my panties were visible. Heavy breathing began, as sweat flowed down my forehead. My fingers were thrusting in and out of my pussy, in fast, and rapid motions. Moans escaped both of our mouths, and then cum exited of our slits. Both sets of our panties were soaked. "Oh, shit, that's the spot," she mumbled. The only question that came to. It seems like they fucked everyone. Chicks. Guys. They went to a couple of orgies, and not just that one at Tom's. In fact, Sam says Bill even fucked a dog. I can't believe that. But Sam says it's important to Bill that he try everything out. It helps him write poetry. They fucked transvestites. They fucked two black chicks. They fucked this big Korean guy. They fucked underage kids. That one I don't like the sound of. But I guess everything goes these days!I didn't write any poetry today. Too.