Pretty pink pussiness was enticing me to sin. XXX Minutes flew by. I need to wash off.”
As one they ran, retrieved washcloths, and came back while my mind was still trying to determine whether or not I really did want to cover myself. As I watched in amazement, my youngest sister’s tiny clit-tip popped out a bit from its hidey hole nook. How about when you stuck the neck of the pop bottle in? Down below, I felt the wings of another pussy slip over the head of my spit-slick cock. “Why don’t one of you go ask Katie to hand you a wet washcloth for me. Will you make me feel what the other girls felt?”
Holy shit!
