Three in the afternoon, sex is always better in the afternoon. “And you know I want us to share a man, or perhaps two men, soon as my quid pro quo, my trade off for this. “Do you want Debbi to swallow,” Sarah whispered. “Your tum on is my turn baby,” Sarah told me as she watched Debbi. “And you know I want us to share a man, or perhaps two men, soon as my quid pro quo, my trade off for this. Sexual heaven for me masturbating toward a huge, slow orgasm while watching a talented, bi-sex woman tongue fucking my lady. But the best as both of them watched me orgasm. Her body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer. “Do you?,” Debbi teased. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. “You are not talking out of turn, I want to watch and join in,” Sarah replied.
