On a Saturday morning, I was fucking Hank’s ass over the sofa in his trailer, and what comes on over his satellite TV but fucking Rachel Ray! Man, d...oes she have cock-sucking lips- all glossed up and everything. For a minute, Hank and I stopped banging just to look at her. We laughed at each other, both of us experienced enough to recognize a babe when we see one! Then she started talking about her hot husband and showing pictures of him playing in his band- we both had our tongues hanging out-. As she entered the stall in the bathroom, she hung up her robe and sat on the toilet without even lifting the seat. She wasn’t going to pretend to be here for the toilet, she was horny, plain and simple. Her right hand rushed to the wet, glistening and bushy love nest between her legs, and before she knew what she was doing, her finger was inside her, slowly but with precision applying pressure to her G-spot. She was lost in the moment, driving her finger in and out of her pussy, when the stall. It was, after all, a gift and I was happy to do it.But then she said, "You're part of the family and we like to have you with us."How do you say no to that?"Okay." Goodie," said Sandy. "You can visit in my room while Mom makes dinner." That's a lovely idea," said Sunny.Jeff's room had not been at all like I had expected. It was not that of a typical teenage boy.Sandy's room could have come out of a teen magazine.She plopped on the bed, propped her head on her hands and bent her knees so that. I don’t know why I expected it to be cold. Actually I didn’t expect him to squirt on me at all, but when it happened that’s what I thought of. I thought of the fact that it was warm, rather than cold. I guess I just thought white stuff would be cold.But the biggest part about that was that when he spurted, some of it got in my mouth. I didn’t even realize it until I closed my mouth and tasted something different. It was bitter, with a hint of salt. But it wasn’t bad bitter. It was just.