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                              FUN WITH THE BUNDY'S

                      From Gold Leader <Wedge@Empire.com>
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All at once I had been cursed and blessed on one school project. I had been
assigned to work with one of the stupidest people in the entire high school, but
on the plus side I had also been paired up with one of the sexiest creatures
ever to walk the halls of my esteemed campus. Unfortunately, the two were the
same people.

Who is the incredibly lame and hotter than hot chick? Kelly Bundy, a low rent
floozy from the south side of town with long blonde hair, gobs of make up and
more low cut dresses than a downtown hooker. Oh how she filled out those
dresses. She gave curvy a new name. Her tits were large and so well formed the
guys often wondered if they were fake but from all the lockerroom talk I had
heard, Kelly's breasts were very real. Her ass and thighs were equally
exquisite, with obvious roundness but nothing overbearingly large. And who can
forget about that face? Light skin, round cherub face and blow job lips that
could get a priest's pants tight, Kelly's face certainly didn't diminish from
her outstanding form. She knew she had a figure that could turn a faggot but
some wondered if Kelly was truly as nympho like as the football team claimed or
if she was just too stupid to say no.

So after our art teacher paired us up (the class was an elective for me, but
part of her core), we decided to meet at her house after school. The house was
typical lower class suburbia, two stories, bad lawn, worse paint job and no
charm. Kelly answered the doorbell wearing a black crop top that seemed to
barely contain her bosom and a skin tight leather mini that probably cleared her
mound by about an inch. I shouldn't forget the three inch heels either. She
invited me into her very humble abode. The decor was tacky to the extreme,
flannel couch, yellow carpeting, cheap paintings, huge twenty year old tv and a
mildew like smell.

"Where do you want to work? Here or my room," she asked.

"Which ever strikes your fancy."

"All the guys that come over seem to like my room more. Let's go up there. My
annoying brother Bud will be home any minute. We can sneak down in a bit and
watch him rock his cock while watching "Gilligan's Island.'"

Sounds like fun, I thought. "Okay," I answered hestitantly, not sure if she was
kidding.

I followed her pair shaped ass up to a sparklingly feminine room. Unlike the
other rooms we passed, this one was well decorated but overloaded with foofy
pinks, pastels and whites. Her canopied bed reminded me more of a little girl's
room. Kelly flopped onto the bed, draping her body across it. I settled into a
white and blue chair at her desk, turning to face her. From the angle I was
sitting I could stare right down the gaping hole in her top, getting an intimate
view of her cleavage. I felt my dick surge but ignored it, looking away.

We discussed different ideas about the theme, after I explained what a theme is.
I'm still not convinced she got the notion because she kept referring to
different art errorously as though we were to copy them. At one point she
suggested we could make a sitting guy.

"A what?"

"You know that sitting guy? He's all buffed and nude and sitting there. He's
real sexy. It's real famous."

"Not ringing any bells, Kelly."

"Wait I think I've got a picture of it from a trip I took," she said twisting
around on the bed. She leaned over the side of the bed and began shifting
through her bureau. I really didn't care about what she was looking for though,
because when she bent over the edge of her bed, her skirt hiked up considerably,
revealing much of her lily white butt that was not contained in a the black
g-string she had on. "I could have sworn it was in here," she mumbled and I jsut
said oh, unconsciously tugging at the bulge in my jeans.

Kelly slammed the drawer shut and leaned over more, going for alower drawer and
pulling the skirt up her haunches more. I could almost make out every inch of
that tight round ass. It looked so smooth and inviting. I stood up and moved
beside the bed, my aching dick screaming to be freed and then confined once
more. Suddenly, Kelly let out a yell of surprise and sat up, twisting and
dropping back onto the bed, covering her rear.

"Here it is," she said clapping and handing it to me. I took the photo and
seated myself on the bed near her, hoping my raging hard-on was not too
noticable. Hell as observant as she was, it wasn't.

"Kelly this is The Thinker."

"Right, I knew it was 'the' something," she said with a grin. "Can we do that?"

"Do what? We can't just turn in this photo."

"Oh," she said looking dejected. "Can we take a picture like that? Or maybe make
a statue like that?"

"I dunno."

"You've got a pretty good bod, why don't you take it off and we can take
pictures of you like that? Then we can ask Ms. Demar if that's good enough or we
can make you into a bust."

I realized that the school would never go for a nude of any student, statue or
picture but Kelly was a little bit dim for that. "Kelly, that's been done a
thousand times before. Always with guys. If we really want to make a statement,
maybe you should do it."

"Oh, that would be neat. I'd be art."

"Right," I said, already thinking that it would not take much to get her nude in
my first hour at her home. "Why don't we see how it would look?"

Kelly hopped off the bed and turned the chair from her desk into the middle of
the room. She sat down like The Thinker and then looked over at me, "Like this?"

"Kind of, but there's one difference I said, holding out the picture."

"Wait a second," she said standing up. Her skirt fell, showing off her milky
white hips and the black gstring. Her top came off next, Kelly casually tossing
it aside. I swallowed hard at the sight of her fully breasts and big brownish
colored nipples. She tugged down her gstring next, revealing a narrow patch of
black pubes.

Kelly sat back down on the chair like The Thinker. I thought I was going to
cream my jeans right there. Her body was perfect. "What do you think?"

"Perfection," I harshly stated, worried I might betray some excitement in my
voice.

"Oh goody," she said gleefully, loosing the position to shake her head in
happiness.

"Do you have a camera," I asked, praying she would say yes. She nodded and
pointed to the top drawer of her nightstand. "Good I'll take some shots and show
them to Ms. Demar to find out if this will work for our project," I said as I
withdrew a polaroid camera from her nightstand noticing a multitude of photos
hanging out in the drawer. "Get back in position," I told her.

I took pictures of her from the traditional angle and then I took them head on,
and from a downward angle and every other angle I could think of. I was scooping
up the photos when Kelly suddenly stood up and took the camera from me. Her
naked body was only inches from mine and I was certain she had noticed my
erection by then. "Let me take some of you too. Maybe Ms.Demar would like to see
the opposite?"

"Ah, sure," I started to say but then the phone rang and Kelly bounded over to
it. With her naked back to me, I could see the slight swell of her breasts. "Oh
Hi," she said. "I'm just working on a project with someone from school. Hold
on."

Kelly turned to face me, covering the speaker with her hand. "Can we finish this
tomorrow? My friend Cindy just got one of her nipples pierced, so I want to go
see it."

"No problem," I said and then paused, "Kelly, don't tell anyone at all about the
project. I think other would steal it."

"You mean like it's Top Secret?"

"Exactly."

"Cool," she said picking up the phone again. "So Cindy does it hurt?"

I shoved the photos into my backpack and left Kelly's room, waving to her and
closing the door behind myself. I couldn't wait to get home and rub the magic
rod.

I was passing by a room when I saw a woman in a pair of skintight black leotards
bent over the queen size bed. I paused momentarily, taking in the sight of her
ass, which was slightly wider than Kelly's but still very exciting. The woman
had long red hair and she was busy making the bed. She moved around the edge and
that's when I noticed her big purple belt and tight turqouise top that had a
plunging neckline. Her tits were huge. They were at least twice Kelly's size and
moving quite bit. Suddenly I heard Kelly's door close.

I turned back, shocked and Kelly came out wearing Jeans and the same crop top.
She stopped by me in the hallway, "Have you met my mom?"

"Ah no," I said amazed that was her mother.

"Com'on," she said, leading me into the room. Kelly's mom, Mrs. Bundy, stood up
as we entered. She was huge everywhere. Her hair was big and very red. Her
features were large but sexy in an odd way. Her chest as I've mentioned was
phenomenal and her hips were wide, but apparently so because of her thin waist.
I can't forget about her huge heels either. In heels she had to have been at
least six two.

"Mom, this is Dan, my art partner. Dan, this is my mom."

"Nice to meet you Dan," she said, offering me her hand. I concurred while
shaking her delicate long finger nailed hand. "What is your project?"

"Karl can tell you, I'm going to Cindy's be back late tonight,

" Kelly said leaving to perfect strangers alone.

"Well," Mrs. Bundy said as she resumed tucking in the sheets, her big tits,
swaying back and forth.

"We're just exploring the theme of..." my mind was going blank as I stared
heavily at her boobs. I couldn't help myself. I suddenly wanted to bury my face
in Kelly's mom's chest. I wanted to suckle on the same nipple she had as a baby.
Mrs. Bundy looked up at me as she finished and I broke my stare as quickly as
possible.

"Dan, how old are you," she asked as she moved around the bed.

"Seventeen." She passed by me. "I bet you find Kelly attractive. Do you find me
attractive too?"

"Pardon," I said, suddenly affraid that I had been caught staring. My backpack
slipped from my fingers and it crashed to the floor. The top was open and I
wanted to kick myself for not closing it because as it hit the ground the
polaroids fell out. Mrs. Bundy scooped up one of the photos.

"Now I see what you've been up to," she said turning around. "Kelly's dad is an
ex-football player and he's very protective of his little girl," she remarked as
she shut the bedroom door. She wheeled around and her hand slipped behind her
ass, locking the door. "Al, Kelly's father, my husband would tear you apart for
this. But I want something different."

Mrs. Bundy stepped acorss the room and placed one of her large hands on my
crotch. "What do you say, an hour of your time and nobody has to know."

"Mrs. Bundy, you're married."

"And horny," she said, squeezing hard. I reached up and cupped one of her large
breasts, exhaling at the heft. "Oh my god." I leaned forward and kissed her
large lips. Her free hand, the one that had held the photo suddenly grabbed my
ass and pulled me to her. We kissed deeply, her tongue probing mine, her hand
massaging my cock and ass. I jsut squeezed at her massive boobs, eliciting
groans. Her hands pulled my belt open and tugged button flys. My jeans pooled
around my ankles. My seven inches strained at the boxers. Mrs. Bundy pulled away
from my mouth long enough to haul my Polo shirt over my head.

She cooed louldy as she trailed her fingernails over my shoudlers. Her hands
fingers played over my nipples and pecs, finally dropping to my six pack. Her
lips kissed atmy chest, leaving red lipstick on it. Her tongue played with my
nipples as I pulled her top up her back. She stopped kissing my stomach long
enough to haul her turquoise top off.

My boxers fell and Mrs. Bundy burried her nose in my pubes, kissing my lower
abdomen. Her long fingers curled around my dick and she slowly pumped it. Her
other hand rubbed my balls. She raised them to her tongue, licking them and then
she licked the length of my shaft. Within in moments I was receiving a viscious
blow job from Kelly's big-lipped mother. I wrapped my fingers up in her big red
hair, controlling the tempo some, but soon I found myself fucking her wet and
excellent mouth. "Oh, Mrs. Bundy, I'm gonna come in your mouth."

She pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting her to my cock. She rose up
some and sprawled across the bed, undoing her belt. I stood between her legs
which were hanging off the bed, my hand rubbing my dick to keep it going, as I
stepped out of my jeans and kicked off my shoes. Even lying on her back, her
chest was still huge and barely confined in her flimsy turquoise bra. With her
belt undone, she tugged at the tight leotards, clinging to her large but solid
looking thighs. She raised her legs getting them over her head and I helped
tugging the material to almost her knees.

She placed her heels on my shoulders and tugged her underwear aside. With her
knees over her head, her ripe red haired pussy with it's thick swollen lips
waited for my dick. "Give it to me, Karl," she whined as I guided my dick into
her hot dripping red box. Mrs. Bundy began bucking on my dick and it felt
incredible. I reached around her hips and grabbed handfuls of her big boobs,
squeezing them through her flimsy bra. She was amazingly tight but from that
position I was not getting a clear shot straight into her. I pulled away and she
protested, "Don't stop now!"

"Roll over," I told her. She twisted on the bed, her knees falling to the floor,
her torso resting on the bed.

"I haven't done like this in years," she said, wiggling her ass. She glanced
back over her shoulder as I fell to my knees behind her. I yanked her white
french cut underwear down and I grasped her hips as I guided my dick into Mrs.
Bundy's cunt. She grunted with pleasure as I began fiercly fucking her from
behind. Her big red hair rocked with each thrust and Mrs. Bundy began to whine
as I plunged in. My hands slid up her milky white back, grasping her bra straps
and pulling them down her shoulders. I bore into her completely, feeling my
balls strike her hard clitoris. I pushed my hands under her arms and took a hold
of her big tits, my palms cupping her huge nipples. I pulled her back and
continued to rock at my pelvis. Mrs. Bundy moved her hips and ass to keep time
with me. I squeezed at her nipples while plowing in harder.

"Oh, I'm coming," she said through clenched teeth. As her orgasm subsided, I
slowed and released her chest. I was still hard and my cock was half in her
still. I withdrew completely and leaned down, dragging my tongue up her slit.
Mrs. Bundy arched her back and grasped my hair in her long fingers. I licked
voraciously at her come filled twat, while still massaging my own dick. With her
hand forcing me in deeper, I buried my nose in her wet womanhood andlapped at
her vagina. Five minutes later, Mrs. Bundy was coming again. She released my
head and began grasping at the sheets, begging me not to stop. I didn't. Letting
go of my own rod, I parted her ass cheeks and dipped my tongue into her bush
deeper. Mrs. Bundy was going nuts at this point, pulling herself away from my
mouth, but really wanting to escape the ecstasy.

She managed to get herself most of the way onto the bed, with just her legs
still hanging off. I stood up over her, my slicked fingers, travelling in and
out of her pussy. Mrs. Bundy made it completely onto the bed, her legs confined
by the leotard trapped around her calves. I knelt behind her on the bed and
pushed my dick back into her. This time she was in the almost optimum position.
With her face and upper torso resting on the bed and her ass in the air, I was
able to slam my dick all the way home. With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I
fucked the hell out of my art partner's mother. When I finally came the two of
us were covered in sweat and exhausted. I collapsed beside her on the bed and
Mrs. Bundy just lay on the bed her ass still in the air, my load dripping from
her now very loosed snatch. With a crash, she teetered over, landing with her
butt facing away from me.

"Oh my, that was so incredible," she said, running her hands between her legs.

I smiled and planted a kiss on her upper nipple. Mrs. Bundy groaned and said
maybe she couldn't take another time. I answered by wrapping my lips around the
nipple and nipping at it. Sucked on her breasts for a few minutes before I slid
back down between her legs. I pulled off her heels, kissing her red toenails and
then I withdrew her leotard and panties, tossing them over my shoulder. She
parted her thighs and I brought her off again, this time by dipping a lubed
finger around her asshole. She complained initially but moments later, she was
coming like crazy.

We kissed deeply, with me depositing a load of her own juices into her mouth.
She pulled away at first, but upon realizing what I was doing she giggled and
kissed me more deeply. Afterward she told me that we had maybe fifteen minutes
before her husband came home. I said maybe I should go, but Mrs. Bundy pushed me
back onto the bed and sat up on her knees. She tossed her bra aside and then
held my dick up, blowing on it gently.

It was hard in no time and her lips wrapped around it from the side, pushing
into my cock, while her hands played with my balls. She switched from that to
deep throating me and soon I was bucking into her bobbing head again. I could
clearly hear the sounds of her saliva and pre-come filled mouth sliding up and
down my hardened flesh. I reached down and grasped her big tits again, tweaking
her huge nipples.

Mrs. Bundy stopped sucking me off and straddled my legs. She leaned forward
wrapping her chest around my cock. When the head would appear from her immense
cleavage she would lick the tip. She kept going even after I warned her I was
going to come. The blast hit her face, mostly her open mouth and huge amount
fell all over her fingers and tits, sliding down to her nipples. A few stray
strands hit my stomach. Mrs. Bundy licked the come off her fingers and my dick
before kissing me opened mouth. I swallowed some of my own load gladly.

She pulled away and glanced at the clock, "It's after five, Al will be home any
minute."

Mrs. bundy climbed off the bed and tossed my clothes at me, urging me to get
dressed quickly. I pulled on my clothes, with her helping. Suddenly she looked
up. "If Bud's home he may be downstairs. Wait here."

She put on a robe and disappeared out the door while I finished dressing. A
minute later she came in, happy to tell me her son was in his room. With her
guiding I was led to the front door and she whispered how exciting it would be
if we could meet again.

The next day I was near the Bundy's driveway when a woman getting out of a BMW
in the driveway next door called to me. I turned back, shocked that she was
speaking to me. "Yoohoo, young man. Hello, young man. Yes, you. Could please
come here?"

I looked around to be sure she was talking to me. I walked over to her,
confused. The little woman was about thirty or so and had a perky, healthy look
about her. She seemed excessively bubbly and her short curly hair had a goofy
bounce to it.

"Aren't you the young man that was at the Bundy's yesterday?"

"Pardon, ma'am?"

"Come with me," she said, walking away. I noticed she didn't walk all that well
in heels. I followed her into the house and up the stairs. I thought it odd but
I figured she wasn't exactly threatening. How many BMW drivers are? Which I
remarked on - that is the beamer.

"Oh, I'm a loan officier at a bank. You see that's part of it. I work banker's
hours, so I'm home from about four on. Get what I'm saying? No, huh?"

We entered her room, which was dominated by a large, king size bed and tons of
nice furniture. She moved to the window and hauled back the drapes with bravado.
"See what I mean," she said, motioning for me to look out the window.

I stepped up to the window and saw that from that vantage point I could clearly
see into the Bundy's bedroom. I couldn't remember if we had drawn the drapes but
I doubted it. I tried to play dumb. "What am I supposed to see?"

"Maybe some young buck screwing Peg Bundy from behind," she said, patting my
ass.

I turned around and was shocked and excited to see that she had opened her
blouse and shed her coat. Her white slip was plainly evident. Her body was not
great but certainly not offensive. She just lacked the drastic curves I found
enticing in the Bundy women. She stepped forward and opened my shorts, her hands
rummaging through my boxers. "Care for a repeat performance with a standin?"

"I...don't even know your name," I said with shock as she pulled out my cock and
began rubbing it with her small girlish hands.

"Call me Ms. Darcy," she said as she moved away from my developing hard-on.

"I'm Dan," I offered as she unzipped her skirt and sgrugged it down.

"Great, close the drapes, I'm not giving Peggy the same show."

I turned around and pulled them shut and then I stepped out of my shorts and
boxers, kicking off my shoes too. I could not believe I was getting lucky again.
I turned back to Ms. Darcy to see her on all fours on the big bed, still wearing
her slip, but I saw her panties laying on the floor near the bed. I crossed the
room, tossing my shirt aside. Ms. Darcy, turned, waving her little rear at me. I
could see her tuft of brown muff peeking from between her smooth little ass
cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder, wiggling.

"Bring it home," she insisted.

I licked my fingers and slid it up her pussy lips. A shrudder went through her
body and Ms. Darcy pushed her ass back, parting her legs more. "Oh yes," she
cooed.

"You want my cock in here," I asked, rubbing her clit with my middle finger,
while pushing my thumb a touch into her slit.

"Put it in there," she said with a bit of edge behind her voice.

I licked my fingers again and pushed my index finger into her cunt, slipping in
up to the third knuckle rather quickly. I finger banged her for awhile, while I
massaged my own tool with my free hand. Ms. Darcy was really loving it, as she
rocked in time with my thrusting digits, letting out whines each time. "Give me
more," she insisted.

I added another finger and that satisfied her for a minute before she asked for
more. "What do you want, Ms. Darcy?"

"I want your dick in me," she said looking back over her shoulder again.

"In here?" I asked, patting her twat, "Or in here," I asked pushing my thumb
against her butthole. She breathed in deeply and I felt the goosebumps cover her
body. "That's what you want isn't it? You want me to brownstick you, Ms Darcy?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Where?" I said, grasping her thighs and preparing myself for impaling her.

"In the ass. I want your dick in my ass," she wailed.

"How about your pussy instead, Ms. Darcy? Or are you a sick slut?"

"Just put it in me," she said, pushing her ass toward me. I guided my dick into
her brown haired muff, knowing it wasn't exactly what she was after. "Oh god,
yes. Fuck me."

I wrapped my fingers around her narrow hips and began shoving my penis deep into
her. With each thrust she voiced her pleasure telling me to go harder. To push
deeper. To fill her with my dick. I did my best, pounding into her quickly
slickening pussy. Ms. Darcy's voiceferous exclamations became grunts as we
progressed and her head dropped, with her thin curly hair jostling with each
mighty thrust of my dick into her small body. She orgasmed with incredible
shrudders of her body, while issuing a high pitched keening sound. I could feel
my orgasm approaching too but I had an awesome idea. I could tell this woman was
all mine. I pulled out of her and Ms. Darcy complained, "No don't stop. I want
to feel you come in me."

"Roll over," I ordered, slapping her ass. Ms. Darcy twisted onto her rear and
spread her legs, leaning back for my reentry. I grabbed at her thin slip and
hauled it up, pushing it against her chin. She quickly pulled it off her head
and before it was completely off, I had straddled her torso. "You like it in the
ass, Ms. Darcy, so I bet you like getting titty fucked too."

"Oh yes," she said as I leaned forward, placing my dick on her bony chest. Her
tits were tiny - almost nonexistent, but I rubbed my cock up and down on her
sternum, occasionally fucking her hard nipples. Ms. Darcy helped, trapping my
dick between her hands and her chest, urging me on as I dry fucked her chest.

"I'm coming," I said as my dick blasted it's first spurt across her chest and
into her chin.

"Come on me, baby," Ms. Darcy urged, letting my dick be free of her body but not
her hands which tugged at it, spraying my juice onto her face. Strands hit her
upturned lips and open mouth. One landed on her right eye. The last powerful
burst I had hit her forehead, leaving a trail down her face to the tip of her
chin. I continued to come but it only pooled at her sternum and in her hands.

"You liked that, didn't you," I asked as I slid off her body and ran my fingers
over her chest, depositing the come in her mouth. In between licking my fingers
clean she agreed. "You taste wonderful," she said, pushing her own come soaked
digits into my mouth. I sucked at them greedily and then leaned over her chest,
licking off more of my come. Our mouths finally met and we snowballed each other
before swallowing.

We kissed for awhile before, I dropped back down to her hard small breasts,
covering her nipple with my mouth. My left hand dove between her well juiced
thighs, massaging her still stiff clit. My cominbed tongue, finger action
brought her off five minutes later in sweaty throes of ecstasy. Dipping my head
down, I cleaned the perspiration from Ms. Darcy's hard flat stomach and mowed
her tiny strip of brown pubes. Ms. Darcy lifted her right leg and dropped it to
the side allowing my fingers and tongue easy access to her pussy which I began
working again.

Suddenly I heard the door open and I twisted around to see what had happened.
Standing in the doorway was a man of no more than thirty - about five years her
junior -wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He was a good looking guy and he had
a nice muscular build.

"Wow, Marce, you started without me," he complained, undoing his jeans.

"I just couldn't wait to have this young buck in me," she said running her
fingers through my hair. "Why are you late, Jefferson?"

He dropped his pants and boxers freeing his huge semihard penis and then he
began undoing his shirt, "The hair appointment ran over time. I'm sorry Marce,
can I make it up to you?"

"We'll see," she said with a pouty voice. "I think maybe Dan here can take up
some of the slack."

"Ah but does he have this," Jefferson asked, stroking his dick.

"No he doesn't," she replied ruefully and then she leaned across the bed and
took his dick in her small hands. Pulling him forward, she kissed the head of
his penis, "How's mommy's favorite toy?"

"Excited," Jefferson answered with a grin, his eyes falling on me.

"Oh, by the way, Karl, this is my husband Jefferson. Jefferson, Karl," Ms. Darcy
said before kissing her husband's dick again. We said hellow and before anything
else was said, she had begun to suck his lamb's leg with loud slurping sounds
accompanying. Jefferson just rocked in place, his fingers guiding his wife's
head while he repeated, "Oh yeah, Marcy, love my dick. That's it, suck it all
down your throat. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck in front of our friend.
Keep going. Uh, uh, don't stop. That's it, rub my balls, baby."

Seeing Ms. Darcy's ass and swollen pussy lips exposed to me, I leaned over and
dragged my tongue up her slit. She stopped sucking her husband's dick for a
second, pausing to issue a moan of agreement. I went to work lapping at her cunt
while she blew her husband. Remembering her response to the ass questions, I
licked at her bung hole and her quiver told me what I wanted. Soon I was rimming
her and fingering her juicy box while her husband continued to comment on the
blow he was receiving.

"Oh, Marce, turn around so I can pound that sticky cunt," Jefferson commanded.

Ms. Darcy pulled away from me and rolled onto her back, parting her legs in a
wide vee. With her little rear hanging a bit off the edge of the bed, Jefferson,
pushed his penis into her. The eight plus inches disappeared in no time. He
place his palms on either side of her and began thrusting like crazy, getting
every inch of his cock into her snatch. I jsut sat back and watched while they
went at, my hand slowly rubbing my hardening tool. They switched positions
again, with Ms. Darcy's legs pulled back. Again they changed positions so that
Marcy was only on the bed with her shoulders and head, while Jefferson, on his
knees, held her thighs and fucked her. Still not enough they ended up with Ms.
Darcy holding her legs over her head, while he plowed into her well worn snatch.
"Oh yeah, you're so good, baby," he muttered.





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