The nylon band between her thighs was soaked. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my hand. I felt her fingers close around my naked dick. In seconds she was coming the first time, thrashing and jerking against my hand. I quickly stripped her and pushed her toward the sofa. She fell backwards, her legs flying open. She reached for my head. "Eat me!" she demanded. "Eat my cunt, Mel!" I could smell its sweet, sexy perfume as I dropped to my knees and leaned toward it. My breath wafted across it and she jerked.

" "No, not lately." My cock was swelling and I could feel the heat rising from my crotch. "Does she let you suck her stinky pussy" Her voice was getting throatier and I could hear something in the background softly squeaking with movement. "Sometimes." "Thats nice. At least youll know how when you slurp up my cunt juices," she purred. "Oooooo! And my pussy is real juicy right now!" "Who is that, Mel" Jean turned and asked.

She had squatted down to watch and I found myself looking up under her dress at the crotch of her panties. My finger slipped off the button and I had to start all over again. I glanced back at her and she was still in the same position. She finally followed my eyes and realized what I was staring at. "Ooops, sorry," she apologized and dropped forward to her knees. I got the pilot lit and the burner kicked on. Donna invited me to the kitchen for a drink while we waited to see if

So do I. I even like to suck it second hand." Her fingers pulled the zipper at the front of the jumpsuit. She stopped at the bottom. No bra and I could see the waistband of her panties. Her hand slipped under the elastic and disappeared. Her moving fingers bulged the crotch of the jumpsuit. Her hand reappeared, fingers glistening with pussy juices. She licked and sucked them noisily. Her image on the screen was doing the same thing.