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.As baby went to change, I told Bob he could do anything he wanted to her while they were dancing the nastier the better..soon Baby return wearing a nite shirt that came down just below her ass, Bob stood up and grab Baby around the waist and pull her close fast cause Baby's shirt to pull up giving me a full view of her big sweet ass ,no she wasn't wearing any panties..Bob danced slow with baby feeling her tit's with one hand while the other hand play with the crack of Baby's ass , I stood up and walk behind Baby and rub my rock dick agaist her ass as she and Bob danced..baby leand back and place a arm around neck and gave me a deep kiss,Bob pull Baby"s shirt up over her big tits and starting sucking on the hard nipples, I watched as Bob ran his hand down to Baby's hairy pussy and fingered her now wet pussy..I broke away to get a full view of Bob feeling my wife up and it was hot.Soon Bob lead My wife to the sofa and laid her down,I watch as he undid his pants and drop then to the. She was eighteen, they couldn’t stop her. She hadn’t looked back, and wouldn’t be going back.Stephanie tightened her cunt muscles around Tony’s wonderful cock, she was coming, her breath came in short breaths, “harder Tony, yes, yes, yessssssss, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god, oh my god, yessssssss,” she moaned as her orgasm made her body tremble. It almost frightened her. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Tony’s mother walked in, she smiled at Stephanie. “Sorry to interrupt, Tony darling, zip me up, I’m bloody running late,” Felicity said, striding around the bed to Tony, whose cock was still deep with her pulsating pussy. Stephanie groaned, not from the interruption, but because her orgasm was slowly fading, her breath still short.Felicity had been away since Stephanie had moved in, away on business. She was Stephanie admitted a beautiful woman. She was almost wearing a black dress, open at the back, she held the front around her breasts, not quite covering them. They spilled.
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