“DO IT! Call him, but put it on speaker!” cried Cindy. “I oral DARE you to make him have phone sex with you” “OK!” agreed Stacy, “but you have to be quiet and let british me do it, I learned a neat trick to sound sexy!” "DO IT, now!" They sat on the couch, the phone sitting between them on the coffee table. Stacy dialed and the phone rang. The buzzing echoed in the room. It rang twice, three times, then mature “Hello?” Stacy took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, while saying, ‘Hi, is Kevin there?” she sounded so sexy, even while disguising her voice. The breathy voice got Kevin’s attention. “This is Kevin, who is this?” Another breath, “Hi Kevin, stockings I think you are so hot.” Cindy covered her mouth to keep lingerie from giggling out loud. “Who is this?” “Kevin, how big is your cock? Is it big? Is it fat?"“What?” “You sure you want to be fucked?” She moved over my face and lowered her pussy on to my lips. I quickly look back, but I don’t see anyone following me. Just as I turn my head. We all thanked the good Lord for our fortune. Moving quickly, but not seemingly rushing, this hand went to work and it felt fantastic. The next day we acted like nothing intimate ever happened between us. She was compressed under it, stockings her hips lifted high to receive those greedy thrusts it took at her, stuttering her moans as her body jolted under its undulating mass. The thinly strapped silk top clings to her torso so precisely to her upturned breast; it doesn’t hide her hard nipple as she exits the room and turns down the hall. Kevin had a front row seat to this impromptu show. This was a night of celebration. Enough!” and Duke moved off. She bore her entire weight down on my cock. “Yeah, that Carrie says that he’s good oral with his fingers.” Phil remained there, holding his head in his hands for a few minutes before realizing he needed to get out of there. "I've been thinking about you Robbie" mature she continued. His daughters lied to him again, after they promised they would behave. “If you want more than coffee and a bagel, you’ll have to bring something and do the cooking.” “Where is she?” Braun asked, “She hasn’t come to ask for our aid, lingerie and british we would give it to her freely.” “I don’t want to think about that for now.” Aja nodded in acknowledgment of the possibility, honestly uncaring towards the exact mechanism by which her death would be achieved.