Mary was setting a big bowl of mashed potatoes on the table while Tara was bringing a large bowl of tossed salad. ”
James and Mary went to the library and opened the door
. “James this is Kim, Kim this is my husband James.
. I took one in each hand and squeezed them, kneading them like dough, just the way she liked it, I hoped. Younger men don’t know how lucky they are these days, not having to hack their way through a forest of hair, or experience a hairball stuck in the back of their throat after eating out their lady, even worse the pubes stuck between the teeth or what we used to call “fanny rash” a redness of the lower face which was a sign that someone had been having themselves a “prawn sandwich” named after that lingering aroma of pussy juice which resembled the smell of a certain brand of prawn flavoured potato crisps
We passed the next hour in silence, finishing around midnight, by which time I was pretty bushed and in need of the six hours sleep I could get before I had to be out of bed to make my morning deliveries.
He went on and on how hot they were. She moaned steady as we started a rhythm as my dick slipped back and forth in her wet tight pussy
. Her little arms were locked around my neck
Mary was setting a big bowl of mashed potatoes on the table while Tara was bringing a large bowl of tossed salad. ”
James and Mary went to the library and opened the door
. “James this is Kim, Kim this is my husband James.
. I took one in each hand and squeezed them, kneading them like dough, just the way she liked it, I hoped. Younger men don’t know how lucky they are these days, not having to hack their way through a forest of hair, or experience a hairball stuck in the back of their throat after eating out their lady, even worse the pubes stuck between the teeth or what we used to call “fanny rash” a redness of the lower face which was a sign that someone had been having themselves a “prawn sandwich” named after that lingering aroma of pussy juice which resembled the smell of a certain brand of prawn flavoured potato crisps
We passed the next hour in silence, finishing around midnight, by which time I was pretty bushed and in need of the six hours sleep I could get before I had to be out of bed to make my morning deliveries.
He went on and on how hot they were. She moaned steady as we started a rhythm as my dick slipped back and forth in her wet tight pussy
. Her little arms were locked around my neck
Mary was setting a big bowl of mashed potatoes on the table while Tara was bringing a large bowl of tossed salad. ”
James and Mary went to the library and opened the door
. “James this is Kim, Kim this is my husband James.
. I took one in each hand and squeezed them, kneading them like dough, just the way she liked it, I hoped. Younger men don’t know how lucky they are these days, not having to hack their way through a forest of hair, or experience a hairball stuck in the back of their throat after eating out their lady, even worse the pubes stuck between the teeth or what we used to call “fanny rash” a redness of the lower face which was a sign that someone had been having themselves a “prawn sandwich” named after that lingering aroma of pussy juice which resembled the smell of a certain brand of prawn flavoured potato crisps
We passed the next hour in silence, finishing around midnight, by which time I was pretty bushed and in need of the six hours sleep I could get before I had to be out of bed to make my morning deliveries.
He went on and on how hot they were. She moaned steady as we started a rhythm as my dick slipped back and forth in her wet tight pussy
. Her little arms were locked around my neck
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