About half an hour into my contemplative communing with what s left of the splendor of the Gulf after the BP catastrophe I felt someone gently touch my shoulder. Mmmm masz swietny jezyk jest jeszcze jedno miejsce gdzie chcialabym go poczuc powiedziala po czym podeszla do sciany i wypiela sie. Her thoughts raced back to her dream and the feeling of being overpowered and filled completely. Whilst he lay on the bed his cock now shrinking and his breath relaxing opped his cock juice from my pubes and lower belly and went to fetch a warm flannel to wipe his penis clean. I had thought she was soaked earlier but now what I was feeling was incredible. They were up to no good right away. Then she rubbed them all the way down mystomach then back up to my face. When I felt totally relaxed I asked my husband to push his penis into my waiting asshole. We quietly rolled over so I was on top of her warm body. Remember that mom for a day thing we talked about? she said somewhat awkwardly.