Jim and I’ve talked a bunch about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to read our stuff during your “cum let down,” well much of what we’ve said won’t make much sense and most of what we’ve done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left brain just doesn’t get it. It likes rules. Lots of good ole rules that generate its sense of self righteousness. Sexual imagination... not so threesome much. So I’m sitting here contemplating if I want to tell you certain other things we’ve done. I’m asking myself... Would you even appreciate it? Would you just judge me as some crazy slut? Could I trust you with my sexy secrets? If I do, would you creampie promise not to tell? Golly, this is our 13th story and we’ve barely begun. There’s so much more. Ok. Let’s see if you “can handle the (our) truth.” Maybe if you’ve been followed along. Just try not to judge. ——————- Well here goes. I’m picking up from the last couple stories with cumshot Frank and Sharon. I’m going to share two encounters that small tits are directly related blowjob and made possible by them. Those two “sexual deviants” really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality. The Night the Four of us Fucked It was just such a delicious treat. The man went out with his girl but he only had eyes for Ada. On the third date his hand was under my shirt while he was kissing me goodnight, again on my doorstep. Roger was far more brilliant than that. Mandy kept her eyes and mouth open as an threesome orgasm took her body the same time the cum landed. blowjob I shuddered atop the sexy, Black cumshot girl. It was no small tits problem for me to play with her while she was on top facing me. I moved my hands under her skirt to feel the back of her thighs and squeeze her butt-cheeks. "Hey Eliza," creampie she said. His questions struck her heart, fair and square. Mom was squirming, her face completely red, her big breasts jiggling. He laughed as he pressed a button under the counter to notify the projectionist to start the cameras. Her eyes closed as a small sigh escaped my daughter's kissable lips. Hank pulled his attention back to the mom and saw her beautiful face and eyes right in front of him. It’s a location, an intersection. She was so tight and I didn’t want her to make me stop, not now. Once we were in private he turned to me. I trailed kissed down her flat belly and began to lap at her pussy. “Omigod! I just laughed. Precum beaded out the slit. His balls hitting up against as her ass with every thrust, feeling himself on the verge of cumming. How about we just relax and chill out for the rest of the day?” As awkward as the whole situation may have been, I had learned many valuable lessons.