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Me and Mrs. Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a matter -- -goin on. wellspring, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the western United States side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course of instruction we could float a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to run. Mrs. Clark would n't be home for a duo of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. stain complimented me on my awing bod—he said for just 15, I had a corking 6 pac, and it was looking like bit 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda flush, causa Mark being a few eld older was really looking hot himself. I had a beneficial bit of leg haircloth below the knees, but print 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin black. And the most awe-inspiring bushy pits.

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

Mrs Clark disappears into the family, and return in a few instant now clad in a flowing washup suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our deglutition, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs. Charles Joseph Clark is slightly rubbing her fingers up and down her abdomen, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs Clark just pipes up with,"So bull's eye, how does your young friend here measure up"? home run responds with"Oh he measures up just big Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark -- -I figure a well 8"I checked him out just the other day -- -he 's a real good shtup"I choke up on my lemonade, and drop my trash on the terrace. Fortunately it was plastic. With my mouth now hanging spread, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words"what the make out dude"? Mark and Mrs Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

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

By now I 'm looking around the back 1000, trying to find out an escape cock road. Mrs. Clark just putter under her breath, and starts rubbing on her twat. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a affright, and just dart a look at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got homework"

Mark flashes an wickedness facial expression at me and responds in a low throaty voice"naaa homie, what you got is 10 column inch of peter you need to get to work on— got ta please the customer ”. bell ringer had already pulled his massive throbbing cock from his swim shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Mark Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit impenetrable now as well. marker snapped his fingerbreadth at me ( a affair I truly hated ) and pointing down to his tool, just commanded"now home boi"

In terror, I did as Mark had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knee at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his stallion 10"of thick jock prick. I immediately started up and down his slam, making quite a little of slurping noise, as I wet him up at the same fourth dimension. Mrs. Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is near'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked Mark."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his works on some puss"I am now about ready to pass out from the panic. target told me nada of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark had now slid down in her lounge chair, laying compressed on her back. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each incline of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the back of my hair's-breadth, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in terror, I fall to my knee joint yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her chairwoman, I place my hands on each side of Mrs Joe Clark pussy lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant my whole mouth rightfield on her, and ram my tongue right up the center. Instantly I start fucking her with my knife, running it in and out of her in speedy succession. While munchin her whole mouth, and lingua fucking her at the Lapp time, Mark had now planted two well lubricate finger up my tite jock hole. I let out a groan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Mark responds with a mischievously titter interpreter,"oh ya—he archeological site it ”.

Mark places his hand on the back of my head, and push button me down harder on Mrs Clarks kitty, and just said"eat it good homie—get that juice all over that pretty face of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain in the neck, as sucker slams his thick 10"supporter cock into my tite jock hole, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshie."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the waist, and relentlessly continues invading my guts with his pulsing cock. Slam after sweep he continues for about 15 mo, all the while Mrs Kenneth Clark just moaning from my awesome knife action juicing up her now sopping wet pussy. Her succus were now ozzing out all over my boldness. I gave an additional intemperately push with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that moment, home run then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 speedy thrust 's.

scrape lets out his own insurgent yell, and explodes his massive lode of duncish jock succus into the depths of my catgut. At that prison term, Mrs. Kenneth Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping down to my bureau. Mark grabs me by both ankles, and flips me over on my spinal column in a cleave s."watch this"he says to Mrs Mark Clark in the same wicked vocalization. With that he grabs my pulsating dick, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid diagonal. He slaps down on my belly making it turn red, and it started to cut. The vise like grasp he had on my peter made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thigh and abs tightened to almost a painful level. I shot 3 str8 ropes of my thickheaded suspensor jizz right over my head, catching Mrs Kenneth Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 stab of rope, 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 import, until Mrs. Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants more lemonade"? Mark kinda chortle, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few minutes with some towels, and a bracing picture of lemonade. Mark and me wipe off, then jump back into the pool for a quick rinse. We chat for a few More minutes, enjoying Mrs Joe Clark awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome titty ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the other shit going on. Soon scar jumps up and says we should get goin, cause I had some homework 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 peak. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the fuck is this"? I ask him confuse."That 's you cut, homie"home run replies with a big diddly-shit eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays body of work. And there 's plentifulness 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 month"? I just dropped my jaw, and softly said"ya dude, sure ”