I had pussy juice everywhere. But the faithful comforter was doing the job it was intended to do by soaking up the fluids so they didn’t soil the be...loved couch. Ann cuddled in my arms for a few moments while we shared deep kissing. I think the girl would eat her own pussy if she could. She was licking her juices off of my lips and chin. Then she ran her tongue down my chest and again to my dick. Then she surprised me.Ann stood up, turned around with her back to me, reached between her legs and. Although they don’t admit it, guys my age seem to like my body. But what I really like is guys that are a bit older. Truthfully I have a bit of a fetish for older men, even really old men in their 50’s or 60’s. The oldest guy I had ever been with was 32 years old, but it didn’t last because I never got time to be with him. I had never gotten much privacy from my parents so most of my sexual adventures to date had taken place at school or in a car. My parents planned to be away for 3 weeks and. “Please, it was good enough for me. I swear!” Wulfkar’s manhood was still nestled inside her sex, slowly softening. He shifted. He slid out of her, then watched as the thin, pearly-white stream of cum slid down to Phaeka’s ass crack.“Good answer, bitch, but I’m not entirely convinced. I think you need another experience to help you appreciate the comparatively gentle fucking I just gave you. Nothing like a little adversity to make a whore appreciate her place.” Wulfkar’s gaze swiveled, now. “That was the crappy part. I get it. Now, for the part that you will like much better,” I said. “You will each be living in a suite with an adult chaperone, mentor, or whatever you want to call them. They have their own private space off of the shared eating and lounging part of the suite. They won’t come into the children’s common area that connects to the share eating area unless there is a problem. Each kid gets a private room and bathroom. The doors lock, and if you want to have a sleepover.