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"I guess I'll just have to go buy some condoms somewhere." "Oh, no you don't! I hate those damn things! Tell you what, if it'll make you feel better, I'll bop on Italian Queen down to the store and get some foam, or sponges, or something. Anything but condoms." "Okay." "Daddy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I think we'd better get out of here, before Mom catches us," Lisa said, realizing that John's adept fingering of her G-spot was just about to make her cum Italian Mother hard. And she knew that if she just stayed there and let that happen, they would end up fucking right there, in the bathroom. So Lisa wisely decided that she had better leave right away, for both their sakes. "You're right, Lisa," John agreed, pulling his fingers out of her wonderful vagina, but not until after she had removed her hands from his fully-erect dick and his balls. Lisa started to put her panties and jeans back on. But when she picked the panties up off the floor, she saw the front of the gooey sperm-soaked panties, and reacted with, "Euuuh Yuuuck!" and then tossed the panties into the waste basket beside the toilet. "Don't worry, Daddy. I brought plenty of panties with me. Mom always taught me to pack extra underwear whenever I take a trip out of town. I'll just have to wear my jeans 'au naturel' for now. It isn't like I haven't done it before," said Lisa, as she was buttoning up the front of her jeans and pulling her zipper up. "It's times like this that I'm thankful I don't have any pubes," Lisa said, showing her wit, and her innate sense of humor. Meanwhile, John was pulling his own pants and underwear back up. "Okay, I'll go out first," Lisa said. "And I'll distract Mom, so that you troietta italiana can sneak out, and then come in the front door, like you were just returning from a walk." Just as soon as Lisa had left the bathroom and closed the door behind her, John sprang italian-porn into action. First, he stuck his two fingers--the ones that he had pulled out of Lisa's vagina, just moments before--right up under his nose, and took several deep whiffs of Lisa's intoxicating, pheromone-laden pussy-aroma. Then he reached down into the waste basket beside the toilet, retrieved Lisa's sperm-coated panties, and tossed them into the bathroom's laundry hamper, making sure to burrow them well down under the rest of the dirty laundry. John figured that he would come back later in the night to "properly dispose of" Lisa's sperm-soaked panties. Lastly, he used the damp washcloth to carefully wipe up the little puddles of sperm that he had left all over the bathroom. He thoroughly rinsed the washcloth out under the faucet, and then wrung the excess water out of it, before dropping it down into the laundry hamper, and closing the hamper door. John snuck out of the bathroom, and then out the front door. He turned around and made a grand, overly-noisy entrance, as if he were coming back from one of his walks. italian So Lisa's plan had went off without a hitch. She and John had both managed to escape the bathroom, without being caught by Jan. And Lisa had also managed to "conveniently forget" to tell John about her and Jan "getting it on" together. Through his aura, he connected with his lungs and strengthened them a bit, allowing them to function more efficiently and allow him to breathe easier in high altitudes. Looking back, other than the thought of bouncers running, I don’t know how my husband didn’t whip his todger out and start playing with himself. “So that none of the men that I’ve seen looking this way can see me.” The only way that you could read her age was through her deep gray eyes, eyes that belied a breadth of experience gained from more bad experiences than most have in a lifetime. She grabbed my hand, squeezing tight, her palm clammy. Firelight popped and danced into view. Jack buried his food under leaves, moving quickly to get out of sight. “My pussy?” I asked. I was super daring this time. “Gonna be a lot coming to see you and King perform.” Eventually, despite her lack of effort, or perhaps because she simply let him fuck italian her throat while she moaned uncontrollably, another load was dumped troietta italiana down her throat. Keisha Rowbottom, the English professor at Rogers College, had been my futa-girlfriend for over a year now. Two orcs began to climb my tree at an alarming rate, forcing me to divert my aim from the large orc. Now Jade was out to change that not only with these two but several other customers. Paul loved fucking mom up the ass , italian-porn she always essagerated. You see, when I moved out of my Italian Mother parent’s house I decided to get rid of all my bras. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Instinctively, my hips start to move around, bucking against your face as. I swallowed as the heat in my pussy burned. She plunges her tongue up my ass. Could I go through this again? I looked at my own timepiece. I giggled with lusty joy as he swung his leg over me, drawing his hardened, heavy cock across my soft abdomen. She snapped a finger towards a servant who, like a puppet with his Italian Queen strings tensed snapped to attention then bowed deeply. "Can I do that again, too, please?"

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