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Janice was torturing her with pleasure Elsa thought. Her pussy
was on fire, and this redheaded woman was toying with her. She
felt the tounge probe inside her and she arched, wishing it would
slid into her like a flexible, snaking cock.





Then Janice had
sucked her labia, pulling on them gently and creating such
sensations between her legs that Elsa almost cried out in
estactic agony. God but this woman was hot! Now a cold
sensation crept over her pussy, sending a shiver through her.
She sighed, as it stopped, then, a warm, sensual jolt wracked
through her, her clit buzzed and vibrated a message to her brain,
and her body jerked. Elsa gasped. “Oh God!” Elsa thought.

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Cathy arched up and began sucking the head, as Kevin crouched
down. Keith knelt beside Diane and began playing with her small
titties, while she licked his shaft. After a few moments, Kevin
sat back.
“How about the real thing girls?” Kevin asked in a rich tenor.
The girls slid apart and Kevin had Diane get on her knees,
entering her from behind. Cathy pulled Keith down and mounted his
upright shaft, placing them within easy reach of Diane. Diane
moaned as Kevin entered her and began to stroke in and out of
her. Cathy took one of Diane’s hands and placed it on her large
breast, rocking her hips on Keith’s sturdy shaft

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When I was single, about ten years ago, I dated an attractive slim waitress
from a sandwich shop that I visited often. Sal was her name. She was divorced
for the thrid time and so was I, but only twice. I liked her naturalness and
openness…and her good figure, of course. Sal invited me home to meet her
mom and her eleven year old daughter, Betty. I liked Dora, her mom, and her
beautiful, blonde Betty. Both greeted me warmly and seemed pleased that Sal
had brought a decent guy home. We visited a while, and I got a nod from Sal.
I suggested that the two of us go for a walk in the cool evening air; and we
did…as though that was exactly what Sal had in mind.

We found a nearly deserted underpass, really a walking tunnel, beneath the
interstate. When we walked into its darkness, I felt Sal draw closer to me and
put her arm around my waist. We were both not dressed for the evening’s cool
temperature. I drew her close to me, face to face, and held her close for a
minute. We didn’t have to talk. We kissed gently, then frenched one
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