I stopped and gently kissed Jean’s sensitive vagina. For twenty minutes I had been making love to Jean’s pussy and I loved it, but my mouth was so...re so I had to stop. Then I looked at Jean’s much older plumb body and I was kind of disgusted with myself for making love to such an overweight homely women. I said to Jean “that was wonderful, but I had not cum at all; really she was kind of disgusting, I lied and said “I came twice while I was making love to you”. Then I broached the subject”I. He was pleased with the multitude of female guests milling about Frank Douglas' pool-side, hardly noticing their male companions as he quietly sat in a deck chair, arising only when someone chose to introduce him. Nomad lay stretched out, leashed beside him. It wasn't quite time to let the powerful German shepherd do his Geiger-counter thing, though Vince had no doubts but what he would in grand style. The mutt hadn't failed him yet ... and he'd thought he was being taken in that poker game .... 3. It was her first ever “nipple” orgasm. Her skene fluid neutralized the acid environment inside her vagina, and the King’s pumping raked out any of her husband’s semen with the sulcous rim of his penis. It was nature’s way of replacing the lesser male’s sperm with the stronger male’s sperm. Below His Majesty’s flexing buttocks, the stain on the sheet penetrated to the mattress below. As long as they owned and slept in the bed, the stain would be a reminder of this Prima Nocta night with. Mmmmmm yes Daddy clean my finger." Looking at the clock she figures she better get busy. Picking up all of her clothes from the floor she heads up to her bedroom. In her room she dumps her clothes in the hamper and pulls on a large oversize t-shirt. It fits loosely over her and hangs down to about mid-thigh. It feels so naughty running around her house in just her t-shirt and no panties. "Besides if Dad comes home it's not like he can see anything anyway. Usually the t-shirt is a bit longer.