My bowels writhed around her futa-cock as she buried back into me. My dick erupted. My cum splashed against the side of the couch. My pussy gushed jui...ces that soaked my girl-balls. The rapture and delight swept through me.“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned, savoring the rapture and ecstasy surging through me.“Oh, wow, Sasha!” Chloe gasped. “That’s so good.”“Cum in me!” I howled as she buried her futa-dick to the hilt in my spasming bowels.She squealed in delight. Hot cum pumped into my bowels. It was. I really need you to help me for the rest of my life, don’t I?”“Indeed so. Now get these papers into the bag, and return the rest to your mother’s box. It looks like a chocolate box, doesn’t it? I’ll bet your Dad gave her a box of chocolates while they were courting, and she kept the box afterwards, for the memories of a pleasant time, then used it for the paper memories of the families on both sides. Nice thought, eh?”“Yes, I see what you mean. You are very observant, Frances. It says a lot. ?I held on and kissed her clit, holding her hips down with my one free hand and smoothly stimulating her with my other fingers deep inside. I nuzzled her and sucked softly, her clit feeling the wet heat of my lips and the flick and caress of my tongue. Her breath was coming in short sharp little pants and with her head back, chest thrust up and hips held down she began to writhe uncontrollably, her ass sliding over the black piano top. "Joe, Joe!" She uttered my name between gasps and mewls but. “How bad do you want it?” I asked.“Dude, I’m so fucking horny.”“Well, I’m thinking about it—”“Oh goddammit!”“Sh.” I leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You don’t want anybody to hear us, do you?”“Stop being a pussy,” he hissed.I didn’t have any lube, so I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my cock. “You ready for this?”“Yeah,” he said. His legs were open wide, and his loosened-up mancunt was obviously eager for action. He looked an awful lot like the fantasy I’d had.I rubbed my cockhead.