He was pumping in and out of my mouth, now about 6+ inches, a very hot piece of meat, with the skin pulled back now. He tasted fresh, and his head was... so smooth. Mmmm, he was nice. He backed up a couple steps, and bent down to the hole. Wanna cum back to my place, he asked. I would've gone anywhere to unload those shaved balls, so told him I would meet him outside.I hurried out and was called over to his truck. He told me to follow him, as he was back in the woods about 15 miles, at his deer. After another half an hour, and a lot of erasingin the notebook, I started to write the lyrics.Many of them were already finalized in my mind, and I decided to trysinging it before writing down a single word.I started playing the tune once more. This time through, I started tosing where I knew the words belonged. I didn't know all of them, but theones that I did know fit perfectly into the song. Once I had sungthrough the whole thing, I started frantically writing the words down inthe notebook.. As she giggled she began pouring milk down her breasts and beautiful, flat stomach. Still licking and teasing her, I felt around for another packet and, finally opening it with one hand, I began pouring it on my mom’s legs and between them over her now obviously sticky-wet vagina. My eyes were darting around rapidly: between the wonderful sight of that cold cream coursing over her breasts and my pouring streaming between her legs and over her tongue tempting pussy, there was just too much to. Kelly knew Tricia was getting close to cumming. Kelly was trying her best to hold back. She just felt things were right for this one to be mind-blowing. Alan was on a mission to make the girls cum. Their g-spots and clits couldn’t defend against his onslaught any longer. Tricia let out a loud moan and piped in, “I’m cummming…” She rolled her head to the side and locked eyes with Kelly. She was perplexed as never before had Kelly not come first. When they would fuck themselves on the couch Kelly.