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"Would you like me to wash you in the shower, my love?" She asked, her content face laying on my big lap, my limp cock laying cumshot across her cheek, casually kissing and stroking it. "You really do like serving people, don't you?" I smiled, looking down at the absurd image of Melanie with her new favorite 'stuffed animal'. "Mmmm, no, not people, just you." She slid off of me and the bed to head to the master bathroom and start the shower, her gait was a bit off as she found it a little harder to walk now. Before she entered the bathroom, she stopped in the doorway and looked back at me. Sticking out her pov tight little butt, she slid a hand down her back, between her cheeks and said, "You forgot one." Then she disappeared into the bathroom. God, I loved that woman. When the shower was at the right temperature, she returned to the bedroom and led me into the bathroom. She took pussy her time washing me from toe-to-chest, as I was too tall for her to effectively wash any higher. While in the shower, she got down on her knees and proceeded to suck me off. She was too beat up to skull fuck, but that didn't stop her from getting a third of me in her mouth and jerking me off with her hands. Once I had emptied myself into her mouth, Melanie looked up into my eyes, while holding my cock against her face, covering one of her eyes and told me 'Thank you.' I was a bit taken back by that, as it was I who should've been thanking her, but it dawned on me that she was trying to teach me something here. Given what I knew about her giving personality and the way she seemed to like how I used demeaning titles for her and now her saying 'Thank you' for blowing me, I knew she felt that service was a privilege for her. She was teaching me about herself, about how she wanted to be with me, but also teaching me how she wanted me to be to her, without insulting me by coming out and saying it. She wasn't looking tits for 'thanks' because in her eyes, she wasn't doing me a favor. I was doing her one by allowing her the opportunity to please me. I realized this was what had been missing from her marriage with Robert. She would've given him the world and probably did all the time and it wasn't 'thanks' she was seeking, it wasn't even 'I love you's', it was simple praise for a job well done. I looked down at her there, kneeling before me, still paying homage to my cock. She smiled up at me from beneath my manroot and she didn't look like that 32 year old woman I had just shot several loads into. She looked so innocent, so youthful as she knelt there. There was only one thing I could do. I reached down and stroked her cheek, to which she nuzzled against thankfully. 'Uh thanks!' It was clear she had been crying at some point. I pulled up my wrist to check the time. “There was a ‘but’ there.” And then I sucked on it. "I can come anytime you want." I wanted to be fresh and clean for Mary. "On the way home, I thought about how I had left a big, wet 'pussy juice stain' on the back seat of Art's car, and about how Art was going to have to clean it pussy up later. On one up-stroke I lifted my feet off the chairs and let them hang down. I kept licking, which was hard to do when I was getting stage direction, and pulled my hair out of the way, sweeping it off the right side of my face. She was so petite, and flexible that I cumshot could manipulate her body and spread her legs in all sorts of ways to get better access to her fuck holes. Their hips wiggled back and forth, their eyes wide with passion. The gleam in his eyes, that smirk on his face; they sent a shiver down her spine. I pov easily unclasped the back, but when I pulled the cups out of the top, both of my breasts spilled out. I'm still trapped in my house and I need to have all the collected milk picked up." There were not enough rooms for every guy to be in a separate room. It was cool being taught a lesson by literally everyone big who walked into my life, but I frankly wasn’t ready for feel-good 90s-sitcom-Hell right now. She said later – when she calmed down – that she had used a toy in each hole before but had never had a cock in each at the same time. Ginny let that sink in as Hermione blushed and looked at Michael. They were on the verge of breaking. You just relax and enjoy it.” Heather sat there, astounded at what she has just been told. Ten minutes later, I was riding along the path through the fields. I glanced at the screen where she was bouncing on his cock, “So what did you find out?” I was getting impatient, I didn't want to watch incest, I wanted to take part. “Wasn’t that good honey? Keep the house from falling apart! "Enough of that though. When she got the dress down to my pussy she held it front and back and pulled. He smiled as he replied, "want to have some fun before bed then?" Over the last year she had really grown up, at least physically. And you know full well that, when it comes to guys, I have always been attracted to light-skinned Hispanics and Anglos, and especially to blonds and redheads. It’s tits a small little-known treasure Sarah and I love to eat at every now and then. Don't pretend to be naïve. Monique said. Then I twisted the lock. Candy closed her eyes and thought about the day that changed everything. It did get easier but my throat would be sore for ages after. God, I was jealous of her.