Giving him about 4-5 slow plows, I then cut loose. I fucked the b o y relentlessly, as the sweat begins pouring from my face and chest. Alex is pantin...g like a d o g. Damm—this b o I has got some good ass on him. Hyperflexing his neck, he keeps his face as close to my pits as he can, as he deeply inhales my funk, in and out like he was at a birthing class. I grab both of his wrists with one hand, and now hold them up over his head, opening my pits up to as wide as possible. I can smell my own. I smile and let you have your way with me. You slide your fingers in the waist band of my skirt and slowly tug it down until it falls to the floor. I step out of it and kind of kick it away. Your fingers are sliding under my shirt and tugging it upwards as you go. When it reaches my breasts you can see your going to need both hands to remove it. You look into my eyes and silently ask me to keep my hands where they are. I do as you ask and keep my hands above my head. You slide my shirt up over. I was so proud of these women, it wasn’t funny. They had brains. They had a desire to work together, on anything. Touring, finances, yard work, dishes, anything. Hell, Rachel was putting 10 grand into the home account. I was going to object, but when Holly looked at me, softly shaking her head, I desisted. It was Rachel’s way of trying to make up for us helping her out of a crappy future. She didn’t have to. She wanted to, so I went along with Holly’s wishes. I’m glad I did. Rachel felt like. Bradley was rooted to the spot. He couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of him. All rational thoughts fled his mind as the girls knees bent and her round buttocks came into view, the skin stretched tight over them as she knelt on the floor. They parted, and he could see her rosebud in between the smooth globes. It went quiet for a brief moment, and then he heard a strange slurping sound, and the guy let out a long low moan. A masculine voice growled, “Yeah, suck that cock,.