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That caught the wife's eye and I could tell she was getting hot. We talked for a few minutes then he ran his hand up her leg eventually reaching her fresh shaved pussy. She spread her legs open as a invitation to check out what he was about to receive. He gently played for a few minutes while kissing her neck and sucking her breasts. When her toes curled he took her by the hand and led her to what he called his white girl breeding room. They sat on the bed and he continued kissing and licking. I had chosen my formal Maid's outfit so I'd look perfect for the occassion, the tight Pink satin number with the matching hairpiece, but he never notices anyway. I had on my best stockings and His favorite pumps as well, the Patent black with the 5-inch heels. Of course the house was spotless, and I had His bed turned down and ready for Him. He came in and I greeted him with typical little girl-adoration for the Man in my life; "Hello, Master...How was your trip??" Of course there. With my remote, I commanded Cindy to take over my clit, and she began to tease my button with the tip of her tongue, playfully poking it and then circling the clit and giving it good, hardy licks. When I thought she couldn't be any better, she ran her tongue around the inside of my clitoral hood, making me wail in pleasure. It was time to attend to my need, Lisa's tongue inside my puckering, sticky pussy hole. Coating it in spit, she jammed her meaty tongue into my pussy, at last. Lisa was a. "Not exactly what I had in mind," Sally said in surprise."Be that way," Robbie said huffily and returned to her brother.I stretched my legs out in front of me and gave Tami a small push. She slid down to the ground. I looked at Sally. "Do you want me to go there, or you come over here?"Sally looked surprised, though not as surprised as Tami. Then she giggled and moved over onto my lap."Well!" Tami said in a way that reminded me of Jack Benny on the old, old reruns. She stood and dusted herself.
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Being late on a Friday I swung into an underground parkade. As drove into the car park, she to the index finger of her left hand and traced a line from my knee to the inside of my groin. We parked and remained in the seats. My cock began to twitch and come to life. My heart and mind were racing. I couldn't believe this was happening. The tip of her finger feeling my sack through my pants. "I'll have to see it luv. I'll have to see all of it." She traced the finger now along my zipper and my. I knew what he wanted, had seen it on the internet, but seeing and doing are two very different things. “Natasha, better show her what to do.”She smiled, and took his cock in her hand.“Like this.”She ran her tongue around the tip, under the glands, and the same time pulling her hand down the length sharply. Then her mouth took it all, stopping about half way down the shaft. She took her mouth away, offered the cock to me, “your turn Louise, take it slowly.”I held it. It was so hard. Harder than.

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