"We built up the perception linkage enough until I felt the blood pulsing through her labia and she could smell what I smelled. I bit my tongue very l...ightly and told her, "This is going to be there soon."She was almost panting and her muscles were tense. I told her, "Relax. Enjoy." She finally calmed down a bit, but our current filled with bubbles waiting to rise to the surface and explode.I licked the flat spot between her labia and thigh, very slowly, pushing my tongue into the crease. She. I had to.He let out one final cry as his cock shot out large ropes of cum into my mouth. I tried getting it all. After my mouth was full, I took his cock out and jerked any more cum I could out of his cock onto my lips and face. After he finally settled down, I swallowed the cum in my mouth, then what was left on my lips and face. Turns out, it tastes better than I would've guessed. Not a taste I loved, but I didn't mind it at all. I put his cock back in my mouth to clean it up and suck. ”“Peter?” he asked, “This’s got to be clean. You reckon young Melba is sleeping with Bob yet?”“Oh Hell yes!” Uncle Pete replied. “Up until she married Odell, she was their regular sitter from the time Bob was a pup and Susan a kitten. I know for a fact the three shared the Quayles’ king bed while they were gone on weekends, and I’m just as sure they cuddle up now. BUT, if you’re asking if she’s fucking him - not a chance - ‘scuse me Roycealee. Even if they were magnets attractin’, she isn’t. The material of her dress was sucked into her open mouth and blown out with each pant.When the preacher's wife came around she abruptly sat up and yanked her dress down. "You pig ... you made me do it again." Do what?" Lose control ... let the Devil in my body." That's called an orgasm, sweetie. And it wasn't me who did it ... it was you." Me? What are you talking about?" Smell your fingers."Marge cautiously lifted her hands to her face and inhaled. Her expression told Jack all he needed to.