“Can I be next?” she asked, before situating herself next to Tammy. I kissed my way from between my wife’s legs to Renee. She was shaved down th...ere. I could smell her sweet aroma and felt her heat on my face as I worked one, then two fingers into her very tight hole. Her body twitched on my first contact and I made my way up to her waiting pussy. She tasted so good, and was so very responsive. Renee hadn’t dated much and I had overheard several conversations with Tammy about her “two pump. Asked one more question, “How did you know the drinks were drugged?”I held up my hands with my fingernails facing them and said, “This Russian fingernail polish changes color when exposed to any adulterated drink.”The friendly policeman escorted me out to a waiting patrol car where I saw the two немые трахает being loaded into another patrol car. He asked, “I don’t speak Russian so what’s that name you kept calling them?”I blushed and replied, “Dumb fucks.”The policeman pulled into my driveway. “Don’t forget I have softball tryouts this afternoon,” she told him as she left the school drop off area and made her way to the entrance of Carter Junior High School.Spencer leant against the side of his silver Mercedes SUV and took a sip of coffee from his insulated mug. He always made sure to watch until his daughter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years since they had lost her in a. “I wouldn’t let her. It was like the glory of autumn between her legs, and just a glimpse would set me afire.”His hands were to me gentle, warm, and wonderful, and my skin remembered every place he touched as he lost himself in me. In her. In both of us.He kissed my mouth, and eyes, and cheeks, his breath hot in my ear. His tongue found the hollow of my throat and continued down between my breasts. He took each one in his hands and held them together, delighting in their fullness, the slightly.