Somewhere along the ride, Pete asked, ‘Dad?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Mom and I think you should turn off your phone.’ Halfway through the sentence, Pet...e made it sound like a joke, as if his dad need only laugh and not answer. Jeff looked at the rearview and did just that, laughed, but his smile crinkled with embarrassment. The smile turned into a sturdy frown before he said, ‘I never told either of you this, but I guess I should confess since I receive certain scowls whenever this phone rings.’ As if. Nach einer kleinen Verschnaufpause sagte Britta, „Jetzt möchte ich aber von dir ausgefüllt werden meine Muschi ist noch ganz heiß“. Eigentlich wollte ich das auch, denn es pochte schon wieder kräftig zwischen den Beinen. Nur hier auf dem Boden?Bevor ich mich versah nahm Britta zwei kleine Handtücher wickelte sie um die Handgelenke, streckte sich und schlang ihre Handgelenke in die nicht sehr straff gezogene Wäscheleine wie in zwei Schlaufen. Schlang ihre Beine um meine Hüften und spießte sich. I unzipped his fly and pulled his stiffy out of his boxers. He had a long, thin dick, maybe seven inches tip to base. I slid my fist up and down his hardness as he moaned loudly. “Do you want to cum on my tits or in my mouth?” I asked Jake sexily. “Can I cum on your tits please?” Jake squeaked out. I unhooked my bra and tossed it and my blouse aside. I started stroking his cock roughly in my soft hand. I kept two fingers busy inside my pussy too. Jake was watching my fingers and my bobbing. I pulled my raspberry beret down snugly for protection from the bitter New York wind.I glanced at the decaying house before me. The years had not been kind. Whereas it once stood majestically on a hill radiating beauty now it was an eyesore; the real estate equivalent of Kathleen Turner. Still, it was precious to me. Full of wonderful memories of my childhood. Until recently it was my Nana's home where I was raised after my parents died in a freak butt plug accident. I still vividly recall Nana.