Sandra leaned forward and smelled his chest. It doesn’t smell as bad as I was expecting, a bit like some cleaning fluid or something. She touched it... it was very slippy and I also touched it and it certainly confirmed that this was the stuff that Father Fred had rubbed onto my Willy a couple of nights ago.Father Fred handed Bob a wash cloth to wipe himself, Sandra took it off him and wiped him down instead.Whilst she was doing that I knelt down at the side of the bath and started to wash off. Moving closer I admire her sun kissed skin and her dirty blonde hair, I wonder if she’s dirty as well, the thought makes me chuckle to myself. I keep studying her, when there is a break she only leave her spot to get herself a bottle of water and she drinks greedily, I notice that nobody seems to come back to talk to her and the lack of jewelry makes my hopes flare up. When the show continues, the dark is only lighted up by the stage lights and back where we are standing there is basically no. He kissed it softly, and without warning he plunged his tongue deep inside me. I began to buck against his wile tongue, but this didn't effect a thing. He took his fingers and buried them deep inside me, while he moved up to suckle on my pink, hard nipples. "Slut likes it when I finger her wet pussy huh?" he spoke into my boobs. "Ohhhh yes." I moaned while still bucking. He removed his fingers from my pussy and took out his large, 7 inch cock. I looked down and smiled while licking my lips. . I quietly walk up the stairs not wanting to disturb mum and dad’s sexual fun but as i approached their door it was slightly open so i peered in hoping to see my mum naked i had fantasies of her since i was 16 but to my surprise it wasn’t mum dad was fucking but my girlfriend Melissa.Melissa and i had been dating since high school and we had even spoken about getting married in a few years if we were still together after she had finished college she was studying to be a physio therapist and was.
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