The cum gushed and gushed until it finally simply flowed, dripping from her clit and running down her legs.I just don't want to do something I might regret.I glanced back and fourth between Kate and Sam.He whirled around, gasped, and reached out with his own will.Doris cried out and Tara laughed.When he read the part about the private detective finding a camera recording a reflection in one of the jitney windshields of Samuel Andrews switching the case Bill had left at the jitney pickup point and a cashier’s check for 900,000 he had to smile.So that asshole got his.The two of them discussed marriage.I chuckled.She walked back to the table and grabbed a large bin.She had been wearing a suit jacket that matched her skirt but she had taken Granny Sex it off and draped it on the back of her chair.Yes!I rose to my knees, hardened cock in hand and moved toward her entrance. Not that I could currently see it, seeing as I was on all fours, but I remembered that it hadn’t been as mesmerizing to look at. Evidently, that didn’t lessen the experience. As I was in the by then all too familiar zone where pleasure triumphed over pain, I was rocking Granny Sex my tiny ass back against the fat man, who was continuing to sex me up in a steady rhythm. Daddy called for George to reach around and wank my willy off while fucking me from behind. Not that I had the presence of mind to have many concerns at that point, but if there was one, then it was that I still felt very aware about the size of my pitched boyhood compared to their hard manhoods. All of them were several times my size physically - and that difference was also very much exhibited when it came to what was between our legs. They didn’t seem to care about that thought, and in the grand scheme of things it came second hand to the overpowering feelings of arousal and pleasure. I had learned about the word slut and what that meant, and that’s how I felt. Turns out, I liked feeling that way. I liked being randy and lustful, and I liked that these men liked that. Therefore, when George started grasping onto my willy while he hammered his own, sizeable one in my little ass, I delighted at not only how that felt, but also at the thought of how that must look like on the film my dad was happily recording. The same must have applied for George, because shortly after he started fondling my tiny junk, he started hollering OH, O-H!