I don't for a minute want to take anything away from April, or, for that matter, from my daughter, Kathy, or Kelly McBride. But they all say it: You t...rain, coach, encourage, but most of all, you set an example. I hear it over and over. 'We try to be like Cindy. We can't, of course, but in the process of trying, we become far better than we ever dreamed we could be.'"There's more: I happen to know that all of the money you've spent on gas, tolls, parking, and everything else, has come out of. Do it. You know you want to, and my cunt is burning up with the thought of your hot piss on my naked skin and your sweet, sweet come on my face. Can we do it early? Please? Saturday is too late. I’ve got plans for Saturday, too. Once the four of us get settled in the motel room, I want to get down between your wife’s thighs to savor more of her luscious juices. I want to jerk on my husband’s cock while you fuck his eager ass. Get my husband good and hot and then I can bathe in his. The aroma of her arousal drives me to using my tongue as a penis going in and out of her vagina faster and faster. Fingers rush into her twisting and turning seeking out her g-spot. Finding it, I rub just hard enough for her nectar to produce large amounts of creamy liquid. A bit to much for me to swallow at one time so some leaks out of my mouth and between her cheek's crack. Lubricating her rosebud for me, as I remove my hand from her pussy. Trembling and moving her head from side to side she. He dropped to his knees in front of her, ready to worship her. He loosened his tie and placed it on the bed, where he could find it for later. He started at her feet, drawing a slow continuous line up the inside of each leg with his tongue. She did well not to move, but he could hear her sigh, as he reached her lower thighs He then started back at her feet and left soft feather-light kisses along the line traced by his tongue. Again, she did not move, but sighed deeper when he reached her.