It was nothing grand, a normal standard 3 bedroomed house. “But what about my mom, your husband,” he whispered. “Fuck me Bob…Fuck me harder” he did as he was told. I fastened the thin suspender belt around my waist, and then rolled on the black stockings with the red tops, i clipped the stockings onto the suspender and then pulled on a pair of open crotch panties. Before long, her other hand began pulling down my swim trunks. “Wow! You’re so pretty! You must be a model!” The shorter one gasped breathlessly taking hold of my free hand as he sat next to me. I didn’t know my back door could feel as good as my primary pleasure entrance. . Her slender frame made me think she must work out regularly and took good care of herself. “Do you promise that you won’t tell anyone?” I huskily groaned as I kissed the rubber knob. “For the camera, Andrea, do you still masturbate?” Duncan grinned. “Just tired I guess. . My back stabbing, so called best friend, Charley! That bitch was on top of him riding him crazily not knowing I was standing there watching the whole thing. The next thing I knew I was on my back letting Charley lick away at my pussy. He was black. “Well, I’m here now and I won’t be going away again,” I told her, lying as I knew the Marines could very well call me back for another tour, but wanting badly to make her feel safe and reassured

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