Working together we would raise our child…children (?). Peter got up around 7:00 am. We went down to breakfast. Mrs. Hackett had eggs, bacon and pa...ncakes ready for us. She threw us out after we finished, telling Peter and I that we were not allowed back in. Dejectedly, I went back up stairs with Peter and we put our tuxes on. The girls would be having breakfast and I was not allowed to see the only girl that had any interest for me. Angie’s maid of honor was her best and oldest friend Georgia.. Then a spasm in his thighs. Followed by the appearance of the white creamy jizz soaking through the black lycra material at the tip of his cock.Watching this explosion isn’t like the spectacle of a guy throwing ropes of cum but the appearance of that spreading white patch has its own appeal to me.Alex’s orgasm was subsiding but I kept rubbing his balls and his cock. Then I heard from above, and at the other end of the table Adam calling me. It was his turn.Leaving Alex, I turned around and. He then looked right up at me and said, “Smells good enough to eat.”I tried real hard not to laugh.First he put his finger on my clit and started rubbing it. Then his tongue hit it. He found my magic spot, and it felt very good. For a good 15 minutes his tongue and finger explored every inch of my pussy. He only stopped for my orgasm and as soon as that was over he started playing with it again. As sad and pathetic I thought Mr. Leonard was, he certainly had a golden tongue.When he was finished. " I think you should," Ken said, for he wanted, suddenly and acutely, to be alone with Bette. He felt a sense of impending excitement that he couldn't exactly define, a need to explore his relationship with his dead brother's lovely blonde wife, a need to be close to her with no one else around. It was a physical need as much as it was an emotional one, a product of his long-repressed feelings and desires for this woman who had been married to his brother, and even though he tried to tell.