You’ve been wet before, but I’ve never known you to drip. Blowjob sex I started getting up to go to my room, but the two of them held me down, and
asked me to stay. She
turned and we kissed deeply. She squatted down and I felt the
obvious wetness of her pussy as she rubbed it on my Achilles tendon, while she kissed the backs of my
thighs and ran her hands up the sides of them. During a commercial break, Diane grabbed the remote and muted the sound, and thanked me profusely
for allowing her to stay. She started breathing harder, and I stroked my shaft in and out of her several times when I pulled it back
out and squeezed more pre-cum onto her other hole. “Jen, did you tell
her about your sneaking into the bedroom when your mother called and said her flight was cancelled?”
I asked.
