.. I didn't expect you to just find me on the street one night... you didn't reply back." I said as she looked me over and said something I honestly d...idn't expect."You're a lot better off than you made yourself out to be... a lot more attractive too." She said. Something I had never really thought of for myself, but it was more of a surprise than anything else."I'm not that well off or that good looking." I insisted, thinking such honestly, she shook her head, towards me, walking slowly towards. Shamelessly, she rubbed the purplish cock knob all over her face."Donald, will you promise not to tell your mother if I suck your cock for you?" she purred, amazed by her own boldness."I... I promise."Two whole days had passed since she'd sucked off her son Richie in the car. Lana felt crazed with hunger for prick. She slid her hand to the meaty root of Donald's cock, holding it in position. Then she opened her lips wide and shoved her mouth onto his prick.The heart-shaped crown nudged past her. I’ll do anything you want. Debbie also shook her head yes. She just wanted to have his dick back in her mouth. He pushed back and stuck his big dick back in her mouth. He pushed deeper and harder than before. He pushed it clear to the back of her throat and forced it down further. She choked as he pulled out and thrust back in deeper and deeper. Then he did it, he shot his cum down her throat. “I’m coming, Debbie!” He pulled Debbie’s head forward even more, felt his cock move deeper into her. " Very good, mum. That's the address I'm looking for." To man glanced again to his clipboard. "And are you Mrs. Mabel Swampwater of two-fourteen Clitlick Street?" Yes, I'm Mrs. Swampwater." Right, mum. I have a gang rape for you." The delivery man pointed at his clipboard with a ball point pen. "Could you sign here, mum?" I didn't order a gang rape," said the bewildered Mrs. Swampwater."I'd think not, mum," answered the delivery man. With the ease of a well practiced delivery man, he flipped.