He was what I’d call one of the “regulars” that wandered over to our house to visit. His cock twitched and bounced on my shoulder as he said, �...�We’re getting kind of lonely back there Joanie.” Most of the kids around here were raised up to be polite and to show their elders some respect so it’s not uncommon for them to call me Mrs. Collins, Mrs. C or Ma’am. But by now many of the boys, teammates or friends of my sons, were calling me Joan or Joanie. After they had humped the hell out of me and. See the pretty girlin that mirror thereWho can that attractive girl be?Such a pretty face,Such a pretty dress,Such a pretty smile,Such a pretty me!I feel stunningAnd entrancing,Feel like runningand dancing for joy,For I am lovedBy a pretty wonderful boy!JOAN/JENNHave you metmy good friend Maria,The craziest girl on the block?You will know herthe minute you see her,She’s the one who is inan advanced state of shock.She thinks she’s in love.She thinks she’s in Spain.She isn’t in love,She’s merely. " Yes, best friend," Lil said lovingly before she calmly made her way to it.From one second to the next, I felt a mother and daughter suddenly cheering me up with their mouths. I never placed my hands on Maria's head before, but as I did the math in my head, I couldn't help, but to let a palm land both of their heads.I still felt Maria's fingers wowing me, but of course, Lil couldn't resist the temptation to join her daughter by placing a couple of fingers towards the bottom of my slit. Maria. I felt his tongue enter my mouth. He kept it hard and straight, curling it and keeping it straight in my mouth. I thought to myself, this must be what a prick feels like in someones mouth. I loved the feeling. I tasted my brown eye residue. Not meaning a pun here, but I thought it should taste like "shit", but it didn't. I have never tasted anything like it, it was a strong musky taste and I thought to myself I could very easily come to love that taste.I stayed long into the night there with.