Ok?” “I suppose that’s reasonable,” Maddie nodded. Standing, she continued, “Now, I cooked dinner, meaning you get to do the dishes.” “Nag, nag, nag,” Dave joked. Maddie eyed Dave warily and sauntered around the table, placing a sensuous kiss on his lips. “And once you do the dishes,” she purred, “I shall expect you in the bedroom so that you may do… me .” With that, Maddie strolled down the hall towards their bedroom, the gypsy skirt around her hips swaying with every step she took. Just before closing the door, she gave a sultry look over her shoulder and winked at her husband. Dave needed no further motivation than that and sprang up to take care of the kitchen. “The things I do for love,” he chuckled to himself. It was Halloween of 2006, I had come to the point where I was over Halloween. The last couple years indian had just been awful and I was not ready for another one where I knew it was just going to royally suck. My roommate Emily was all pumped and excited cause she loves Halloween, she loves getting dressed up anyways and Halloween always is a perfect excuse for her to dress up as slutty as she can without getting any dirty looks or rude comments. “Riley! You are coming to Jeff’s party tonight, you need a night out! All sucking you do is sit and mope on Halloween when you need to be out with me. You used to love Halloween, what gives woman?” “Come on now Em,you know why I hate Halloween, the last 2 years I made any attempt to go it ended in disaster with some drunken idiot trying to hit on me, spilling their shit all over me and trying to get in my pants. I am not interested.” I told her. “Whatever woman, you bigtits are coming tonight! I even got you a costume cause I knew you weren’t going to go out and get one” Emily said with a huge grin on her face. Emily walked out of the room and here I was thinking “Oh for fucks sake knowing her I’m probably going to be wearing a piece of cloth that won’t cover shit.” I groaned and walked out the room as Emily came bouncing back in. Her tits just bouncing away as she was holding my passionate costume jumping up and down. “Emily what the hell is that?” as mature I looked at what looked like a dress that was about 3 sizes too small. Then he positioned his very stiff cock between her ass cheeks. His thick sperm dribbled from her quivering lips as he continued to fuck her mouth until he was finally exhausted. He held her hips and watched her tits in the mirror. Still holding her eyes with mine I asked her, “What bigtits else would you like me to show you tonight Sylvia?” I said her name so she would know for sure that all of my thoughts and energies were directed at indian her and her alone. He hates it when Amy used mature to cry, back when they were teens. The basement door opened. Oliver continued, “So, what are you going to do now?” He grabbed my arm as I stepped into the room, holding me back. That was fantastic!” The diameter of his dick was enormous, propping me open in pain. "No," she said earnestly, "not there." They walked out and closed the door, (which was funny to me that they gave me “privacy” to take a shower after all that we had just done.) After I swallow the last of her cum, she gets up to her knees and bends me over the side of the tube. Even though we'd done this three times I was feeling modest and flushed with embarrassment. If she consistently does this passionate stuff, you are good to go in the “like” department. The fingers under her began to rapidly masturbate her, he said, “Time to cum for Daddy.” sucking