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Me and Mrs. Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a matter -- -goin on. fountainhead, actually it was Mrs Charles Joseph Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to descend with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of grade we could swim a piece while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to crop. Mrs Clark would n't be home for a couple of hour, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pond. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a slap-up 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blushed, cause target being a few long time older was really looking hot himself. I had a well bit of leg hair below the stifle, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin calamitous. And the most amazing 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. Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs. Clark"stigma remarked in a boyish vocalism."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"remarks bell ringer in still his boyish spokesperson."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great"! Exclaims Mark. I look back and Forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs Mark Wayne Clark disappears into the house, and riposte in a few minute of arc now clad in a flowing bathing suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our boozing, 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 Clark just pipes up with,"So Mark, how does your Danton True Young friend here measure up"? brand responds with"Oh he measures up just great Mrs. Clark -- -I figure a good 8"I checked him out just the former day -- -he 's a real undecomposed screwing"I choke up on my lemonade, and dribble my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was plastic. With my oral fissure now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words"what the fuck dandy"? stain and Mrs. Clark just chortle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

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

By now I 'm looking around the back yard, trying to find an outflow itinerary. Mrs. Clark just putting iron under her breath, and starts rubbing on her pussycat. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a affright, and just flash a aspect at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got preparation"

Mark flashes an evil look at me and responds in a low throaty voice"naaa homie, what you got is 10 inches of dick you need to get to work on— got ta delight the client ”. Mark had already pulled his massive throbbing cock from his swim shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit lowering now as well. Mark snapped his finger's breadth at me ( a thing I truly hated ) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded"now home boi"

In affright, I did as fool had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my articulatio genus at the end of his lounge death chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin turncock, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10"of thick jockstrap stopcock. I immediately started up and down his dick, making piles of slurping randomness, as I wet him up at the Sami sentence. Mrs. Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is good'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked bull's eye."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his whole shebang on some twat"I am now about ready to pass out from the terror. Mark told me nothing of this kinda bargain, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. William Clark had now slid down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her back. She raised her legs up, and placed her foot on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the back of my whisker, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in terror, I fall to my knees yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the metrical unit of her chair, I place my hands on each side of meat of Mrs. Clarks pussy lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant my whole mouth right on her, and ram my tongue right up the center. Instantly I start fucking her with my clapper, running it in and out of her in rapid taking over. While munchin her whole back talk, and knife fucking her at the same metre, Mark had now planted two well lubricate fingers up my tite jockstrap hollow. I let out a groan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Mark responds with a mischievously giggling voice,"oh ya—he digs it ”.

fall guy places his hand on the rachis of my psyche, and pushes me down harder on Mrs. Clarks puss, and just said"eat it proficient homie—get that juice all over that pretty case of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain in the ass, as Mark slams his deep 10"jock rooster into my tite jock hollow, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshie."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the shank, and relentlessly continues invading my guts with his pulsing tool. Slam after slam he continues for about 15 transactions, all the patch Mrs. Clark just moaning from my awesome tongue action juicing up her now sopping wet pussy. Her succus were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an excess firmly push with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that here and now, cross then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 rapid driving force 's.

mug lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his massive payload of thick-skulled jock juice into the depths of my intestine. At that time, Mrs. Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my aspect, dripping down to my breast. stain grabs me by both ankles, and flips me over on my spinal column in a Split second gear."ticker this"he says to Mrs Clark in the same mischievous voice. With that he seize my pulsating dick, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid strokes. He slaps down on my belly making it release red, and it started to combust. The vise like hold he had on my dick made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thighs and abs tightened to almost a dreadful level. I shot 3 str8 ropes of my thick jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shot of rophy, right into her trunk. Mark slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air.

Finally subsided, everyone lays calm for a few moments, until Mrs Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants more lemonade"? bull's eye kinda chuckles, and says sure. Mrs Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few minutes with some towels, and a fresh picture of lemonade. Gospel According to Mark and me wipe off, then jump back into the pocket billiards for a quick rinse. We chat for a few more minutes, enjoying Mrs Clarks awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome tits ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the other dump going on. Soon Mark 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 channelise for the car, and that he would be there in a few arcminute.

Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few clock time, he then hands me a notice. I unfold it and gaze at it -- $ 100."What the fuck is this"? I ask him confused."That 's you cut, homie"stigma replies with a big shit eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays piece of work. And there 's mickle 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 gallant, for sure ”