We spent a lot more time cleaning up the Sienna afterwards and driving around with the windows down to air it out. At Thanksgiving, we invited both Mr...s. O’Connor and Kelly over to share Thanksgiving dinner. Mr. O’Connor was still in London for another week, so I managed to avoid that peril. We pretty much agreed that when he was back in town to not fool around. In fact, we had pretty much agreed that if he was anywhere in the United States, we would cool it.We were still in love and dating when. Only Gina's technique was a little different. Her tongue was spread flat again my pussy lips as she licked up and down. The bumps from her taste buds were a pleasing texture on my pussy as I groaned against Bria's ass. "Oh I'm about to come again!" I screamed as Gina's words were a mouthful of slurps... "Go ahead girl," she gulped, "I wanna taste you so bad. You wasted all of your previous precious juices on my dildo and I'm not stopping until you pay for that!" I shook with pleasure. Never. Jennifer was filled with a renewed thrill as she realized that, by proxy, she was drinking Bob Harrison’s cum–drinking it out of his wife’s cunt. Colleen came, whimpering. But her orgasm did nothing to slake neither her thirst for cunt juice nor her hunger for pussy and, despite her climax, she continued to suck on Carol’s crotch, her lips spread around the box like a suction cup clamped to a wall, held fast by the vacuum of her desire. Jennifer slurped away until she was sure that she had. So I start face fucking her again, slowly but forcefully, but at the same time gently and slowly. I’m thinking she’s enjoying it just as much as I am as I start to feel that old familiar tingle in the base of my cock and balls.My legs start to shiver, the arches in my feet start to cramp up and I slowly back out and go with wicked slow strokes. I manage to open her blouse and pull her breasts out of her bra so I can play with them. As I do, I look down and watch my cock slowly pushing past her.