She moved her hands from her legs until she rested them softly on the back of by head, running her fingers softly through my hair, and pulling me tend...erly to her soaked arousal. I moved from her throbbing clit, giving it one final lash of my darting tongue, and I move to the center of her tenacious pussy, and I gently drew her distended labial lips into my mouth. I can hear her throatily whispering "Oh, fuck me, honey... fuck me hard!" as she spread her slender legs as widely as they would go.. The next morning I put my bikini on and went back to the beach were the party had been the night before but everyone was still asleep/hung over or whatever.I went back to the house, had breakfast and talked my friend into walking down to the boy's house. I found the guy I gave a blow job to earlier on the porch. He looked like shit, hung over. I told him to sit tight and ran back to the house and stole some bacon and biscuits and a cup of coffee. I took it to him along with some aspirin and. "Fuck you," John snickered. "You gonna tell Mom I made you do it?" Of course not, silly," Pattie giggled. "I want it as much as you. Maybe even more." Well, if you want it that bad, take it!" and the boy rammed his prick all the way into the teenager's throat.Pattie made choking sounds deep in her throat, but she managed to keep his prick in her mouth without gagging. In a moment John pulled halfway out and then thrust in again.His balls hit her chin and Millie whimpered and moved a hand inside. In addition, an element of getting even had been introduced with this arrangement and I was curious. If my wife had gotten so furious with my supposed infidelity on a business trip, how would she react when faced with the stark reality of me actually fucking another woman–we’d see. Thoughts of being with the Kelli lady flitted through my head and I felt a stirring in my groin. I sincerely hoped she and I would hit it off. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer for answers to my questions because.