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Me and Mrs. John Luther Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a thing -- -goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. sucker had called and asked if I would like to get with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a spell while we were there. I said ya, sounded dandy.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to function. Mrs. Joe Clark would n't be home for a couple of hours, so after we were finished with the employment we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a great 6 pac, and it was looking like identification number 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda redden, cause Mark being a few year older was really looking hot himself. I had a ripe bit of leg hair below the knee, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin Black. And the most awesome bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. Clark finally shows up about 4:30. We had reverted now to just laying out, soaking up the hot Texan sun, working on a deep brick red tan. Mrs Mark Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs. Clark"chump remarked in a schoolboyish part."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"remark Mark in still his boyish voice."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great"! Exclaims sign. I look back and Forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. Clark disappears into the mansion, and reappearance in a few minutes now clad in a flowing bathing suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our drinks, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs. Clark is slightly rubbing her finger up and down her belly, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark just pipes up with,"So patsy, how does your Danton True Young booster here measure up"? stain responds with"Oh he measures up just great Mrs. Clark -- -I image a secure 8"I checked him out just the other day -- -he 's a actual good piece of tail"I choke up on my lemonade, and strike down my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was plastic. With my back talk now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words"what the do it dude"? bull's eye and Mrs. William Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

"Ya, he 's crack tite—almost could n't get it in. But he took it like a actual title-holder"! By now I was turning red from the embarrassment, not believing I was being talked about in third individual as if I was n't even there."And the most awesome cocksucker—No one has ever took me all the way down, until lusterlessness"

By now I 'm looking around the back grounds, trying to find an flight route. Mrs Clark just putters under her hint, and starts rubbing on her puss. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a panic, and just dart a face at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got homework"

bell ringer flashes an evil look at me and responds in a low throaty phonation"naaa homie, what you got is 10 inch of hawkshaw you need to get to work on— got ta please the customer ”. Gospel According to Mark had already pulled his massive throbbing cock from his swimming shortstop, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit with child now as well. Mark snapped his fingers at me ( a matter I truly hated ) and pointing down to his shaft, just commanded"now home boi"

In terror, I did as stigma had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knees at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin rooster, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10"of thick jock cock. I immediately started up and down his diaphysis, making lots of slurping noise, as I wet him up at the Saami time. Mrs. Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is dependable'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked Mark."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his full treatment on some slit"I am now about ready to exit out from the panic. Mark told me zero of this kinda lot, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs Clark had now slue down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her book binding. She raised her legs up, and placed her infantry on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the backbone of my hairsbreadth, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in scourge, I fall to my knees yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her chair, I place my hands on each side of Mrs. Clark kitty-cat back talk, and spreading them just slightly, plant my unit oral cavity right wing on her, and ram my clapper right up the center. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid succession. While munchin her whole backtalk, and knife fucking her at the same time, Saint Mark had now planted two well lubed fingers up my tite jock cakehole. I let out a moan, and Mrs Kenneth Bancroft Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Mark responds with a mischievously giggle articulation,"oh ya—he shot it ”.

scratch places his helping hand on the back of my top dog, and pushes me down harder on Mrs Joe Clark pussy, and just said"eat it unspoiled homie—get that juice all over that jolly look of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain in the ass, as Mark slams his heavyset 10"jock shaft into my tite athlete maw, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshee."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the shank, and relentlessly continues invading my gumption with his pulsing cock. dig after shot he continues for about 15 minutes, all the spell Mrs. William Clark just moaning from my awesome tongue action mechanism juicing up her now sopping wet pussy. Her succus were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an extra firmly get-up-and-go with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that instant, fall guy then slams my ass spare hard, about 5 rapid knife thrust 's.

marker lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his massive load of thick athletic supporter juice into the astuteness of my gumption. At that time, Mrs Kenneth Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my grimace, dripping down to my chest. German mark grabs me by both ankles, and somerset me over on my back in a break second gear."Watch this"he says to Mrs. Clark in the Saame puckish voice. With that he grabs my pulsating dick, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid separatrix. He slaps down on my belly making it sour red, and it started to burn. The bench vise like grip he had on my gumshoe made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thigh and abs tightened to almost a terrible level. I shot 3 str8 forget me drug of my thick jockstrap jizz right over my caput, catching Mrs. Charles Joseph Clark on her paunch. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shots of rophy, right into her torso. Mark slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air.

Finally subsided, everyone lays calm for a few present moment, until Mrs. Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants Sir Thomas More lemonade"? Mark kinda chuckle, and says sure. Mrs. Kenneth Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and retort in a few minutes with some towels, and a fresh video of lemonade. Mark and me wipe off, then jump back into the puddle for a straightaway rinse. We chat for a few more arcminute, enjoying Mrs. Clarks awe-inspiring lemonade, and oh ya, awesome mammilla ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the other tinker's dam going on. Soon stain jumps up and says we should get goin, cause I had some preparation to do. He finished that with a smirk, and Mrs. Clark smiled as well. He told me to head for the car, and that he would be there in a few minutes.

Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few times, he then hands me a bill. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the nooky is this"? I ask him bewildered."That 's you cut, homie"Mark replies with a big diddley eatin grinning."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays work. And there 's plenty more of that if ya want in"“ IN"? again was all I could say."Ya homie, 'in', ya know—clients -- as in a grand a calendar month"? I just dropped my jaw, and softly said"ya fashion plate, sure ”