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.. well ... it just makes me wish I was sexy too.“Do you have a boyfriend here, or back home?”“No, I’ve been studying too hard, to have that distraction in my life right now. My sister - Ronnie, out there on third base - has a so-called boyfriend who tries to control her life, and he doesn’t even like for her to play softball, because she wears tight short-shorts.”“I’m going to ask you something personal about you and Ronnie. I hope you’ll be honest with me and I hope you’ll still want to be friends with me and my friends...”“Ask me, Lucien. I’m just happy to be sitting here beside you and I would love to see you fuck Deb and the rest of your friends before you make me leave.”“What bra size do you and Ronnie wear?”“Both of us are barely a thirty-two. Is that what you were worried about asking me?”“Yes, I didn’t want to offend you. I like you - plus Deb told me you were a keeper.”“DID SHE REALLY? I could hug her neck for that.”“Do it!“Deb was listening, and when Connie turned toward. The pain had left and he was focused simply on pleasure now. He felt every ridge and bump of Sydney’s cock. He was stretched wide, with Sydney buried deep into him, all the way up to her balls. Pam issued instructions periodically. “Give it to him faster Sydney. Let him feel what that magnificent cock feels like when it rides him fast.” Her words fueled John. He met Sydney’s thrusts, feeling her balls slapping against his ass. He no longer cared about stigma or pain. His ass felt wonderful. His cock was thickening and hardening again. His beautiful, sexy wife was enjoying the body of another woman right in front of him. This was not the night he expected when they stepped into the house. It was far better. He felt Sydney’s thrusts increase in speed and pressure. Sydney used his ass as John would use a pussy and it was amazing. His cock grew harder and so did Sydney’s. John felt a pulsing in his ass that he had never felt before. At the time he didn’t know it was Sydney about to cum..
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