Edward Chadwick closed the front door behind him, and led John to the family room, where they both plopped down onto the sofa. "Hi, John. I haven't seen you in a while," a voice called out from somewhere else in the house. "Hi, Chasni. How have you been doing?" John politely replied in a fairly loud voice. "Fine, Hardcore and you?" Chasni called back from some other room in the house. Chasni was Edward's wife. They had only been married for a few years. And at age 39, Chasni Chadwick was a knock-dead gorgeous, exotic-looking woman who was easily young enough to be Ed's daughter, instead of his wife. And she could have easily passed for an ex-Playboy Bunny, even though she had never done any modeling before. But blowjob she was tall and lanky, and could have been a model, had she wanted to. Chasni had striking powder-blue eyes, pale white perfectly-colored skin, and long almost-jet-black straight hair that came half-way down her back. She was part Latvian and part British. And to top it all off, Chasni creampie was raised in London, and spoke with a delightful-sounding British accent that road on top of her silky-smooth feminine voice. John was now 63 years old, and Ed was 64. And they had known teen each other for many, many years. John turned to Ed, and quietly whispered, "I thought you said that she'd be out of the house tonight." "I did ," Ed quickly whispered back, "But she decided to stay. So I made her promise to leave us alone, and not bother us, while we're havin' our 'boy's night' together." "Oh, I'm doing pretty good, I guess," John loudly answered back to Chasni. "Well, did you bring 'em with you?" Ed whispered to John. "Yes," John whispered right back, patting his pants pocket, and then asked, "Do you have what you promised me?" "Of course," Ed quietly replied, with a big grin on this face. Chasni came into the family room, and exchanged Hollywood actress-style hugs and cheek air-kisses with John, and then with her husband. "Well, I'm going to leave you two boys alone for the evening," Chasni said, turning around to leave the room. But then she asian stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and added, "I'll be upstairs in my bedroom, gentlemen. Just give me a call, if you need me for anything. And try not to do anything too naughty while I'm gone--because I'll be watching you." Chasni walked up the stairs, and down the second story hallway. Then Ed got up off the sofa and made sure that the front door was locked, before he sat back down beside John. John quickly whispered to Ed, "What the hell did Chasni mean about her 'watching us'?" "Don't worry. She was just kiddin' with us, John. I said lets try them on. “Kneel” he commanded, with a slight catch in his voice that delighted Yewubdar and prompted her to frig at his rigid shaft all the faster. Jason will be joining us this evening, but I will make sure he`s available for you tomorrow morning.” I leaned in and kissed Karen's almost hairless lips. “Yes!” She choked out, nodding fervently. Vicki left the door partially open and I peak through the crack only to see her looking back at me. "I heard mom take her pill and wanted to be nice and cleaned up for you" she said. Sure enough halfway to the shower stall Jackie started leaking from her ass. The fact is, that before that "special night" with Val took Hardcore place, John's orgasms had always been pretty much "hair-triggered," just like they are for many young boys. Hank saw her throw the dress and hit Tyshawn in the face and then turn and jump into the pool. Her lush thighs crossed beside me, begging for my leg to touch her. Don’t do anything rash. He ditched his apron, grabbed his jacket, and went back out into the rain. She took him to the base, and when her nose pressed into Brock’s loins, Prestira let out an blowjob exhilarated gasp. “Probably, but first I’ll have to finish the wank I’m already having”. “So… teen you’re not mad or jealous?” Then that’s settled replied Carol, this little session asian has been fun but I really should get the store open again before the boss finds out. As she stood above him, his wife’s moans changed to breathy pants of pleasure, and her toes curled in their pink ankle socks as she pulled her mouth off of the stranger’s dick she was sucking and pressed her face against his chiseled abs. Gone were the over generous displays of chivalry from Wednesday, gone was the creampie beaming smile and gone was the booming laugh. Carefully, she filled it with pig cum, and turned off its ejaculation mode, instead setting it to a continual seep of pre-cum. She looks down at my crotch and smiles; my gaze follows hers, noticing a wet spot where the head of my cock has pressed against by shorts and leaked precum for the last hour. “I guess.” As she looked at the floor. Why I was here. It’s just a matter of getting used to the feeling of something going in rather than--”