Wendy twisted around and flopped her hand interracial on the ground until she nabbed the phone, “Wendy Martin, I’m drunk and I’m celebrating my Independence, what the hell do you want? Oh, blowjob sorry dad. Me and Kelvin are on the 8th watching more fireworks.” I shoved my prick as deep into her as I could, she caught her breath then said “Not much longer, you want me to wake you when we come in? No? Okay. Yeah, he can still drive a golf cart, we’ll be okay, it’s not like it goes 90 or something.” She thumbed off the connection, dropped the phone, rolled her head to me “Dad still thinks you’re an idiot for jacking the cart.” “Fuck him.” “No, fuck me.” With those words of encouragement, I returned to the pleasure of screwing my sister. Wendy threw her arms wide then her fingers started pulling blades of grass each time my groin slapped into her butt. She was whimpering softly, her back flexing as I plunged and pulled. After a few minutes of slamming my sister my mind sobered up enough to realize I was having more fun with Wendy than Jenny would have been. Just about then she pulled her knees up so her hips were off the ground, I rose to my knees with her, never missing a thrust as we repositioned. She started gasping and moaning, her pussy was growing wetter and hotter then she went stiff as a board for two seconds then yowled out an orgasm. Just like some scene from a stupid fucking chick movie, the night sky started blazing with more fireworks explosions while Wendy yelped and groaned. She was making a lot of noise and I was aware enough to think how glad I was that there were no golfers on the course. Her explosive orgasm was the final trigger in my own sexual sequence and I let loose my balls. The transfer of sperm from me to her concluded our 4th of July party. Wendy and I pulled our pants back up in silence then got back on the stolen golf cart. After a few moments of sitting and collecting doggy style my thoughts I started toward home. My sister leaned on the seat with her head back, looking into the blow job night. She smiled as another round of fireworks flared against the stars. Her head flopped to me then she smiled and asked “You ready for more fireworks?” “Huh, what? You want me to stop so we can fuck again?” Wendy put hard fuck her hand on my thigh and tickled the muscle with fingertips, “You don’t have to stop.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my dockers then reached for my resurging hard-on. Wendy bent over, licked the tip of my cock then locked her mouth over the head. There was a short pause then he continied, “Want me to go talk to him?” He asked making me smile because I knew right then that he was going to protect her. “Ahh, huh, huh, huh, oww!” She screamed. She’s is pretty much screaming at this point “Yes cum in me cum in me oh my god please fuck me fuck me. “Fuck…I’m cumming.ahhhh.” i scream. Using whips, clamps, plugs, dildos, chains, straps, rods, blindfolds, belts. My wife gives me a smile then crawls up the bed to lay interracial on my other side. For him. What’s up,” he says all goofy looking with a smile as wide as his muscles can extend. Out with it. Bloodhound snickered at the word, thinking little of her intention behind it; Madre smirked, "All I blowjob mean is that there is no need for you and your little Bird to fly off any time soon." And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom’s soft and wide belly. I fully embraced her kiss until she pulled off and began cleaning my tits and chest before repeating her cum laced kisses. It’s working! I doggy style did everything that I could do to play with Ronda. Skirts and dresses. You’re only just making the both of us look like assholes.” guddi felt her cervix opening hard fuck and could also HEAR it tearing open. He met both women coming up the path as he returned from the bathrooms. Her suspicion was confirmed when the man removed his hood. It was a good job that we didn’t have to go through the hotel’s reception area, just through a back door and up the stairs. "Well, they might look alike, but they are complete opposites when it comes to brains. “Right string blow job her up till I hear back from her mistress, see what she wants me to do with her.” “If you were around yesterday,” I panted. Though I wasn't completely bald like Ann, I also didn't leave very much. Her slow, smiling swallow was like nothing Tony had seen in porn. Kim was sweat slickened, her cute bob was stringy, any makeup she’d worn had washed off creating black smudges down her cheeks, momentarily she saw her daughters face, pity, embarrassment, humiliation, what, she was watching her Mother go through an agony even Christ might not have endured. She was barely legal and eager to be bred. “Hey…you might as well look” Paul said, breaking me from my trance. “I don’t know. “We have had some bad news” tears streamed down my face, the kettle began to whistle from the kitchen.