Walt handed her a piece of paper, he turned his phone on, he motioned for her to speak. “Hello members my name is Joyce, I have been interviewed by Rick and Walt who asked me to join your exclusive club. I accepted as you guys now have another black cock cum loving member, I’m looking forward to meeting some of you soon”. He turned off the phone as they headed for the door, it was well after 11 she knew Al would be tired. episodes In the bedroom Al sat there staring at the monitor, as she came in he looked at her, “come here I want to see your belly”! She stood in front of him sure enough it was distended they were right she was full of hot thick cum. “That was quite a performance tonight got any plans or anything you want to say”? She thought about it for several seconds, “yes I can’t wait to have more of them over here as soon as possible”. Al looked at her, “ok”. The rest of the morning and into the early afternoon I merely continued my day with typical weekend stuff. Usually, I find the monotony of such things soul-crushingly dull, but I needed time to think anyway, so for once, I didn’t mind. Around 1:30 in the afternoon, feeling a minor sense of accomplishment for scratching off some of the low hanging fruit from my wife’s ‘honey do’ list, I decided it was time to talk to Chani. After all, I was expecting my wife to be home in a couple of hours; I couldn’t put it off any longer. Even if I hadn’t already known that my daughter was holed up in her room, I would have had little trouble locating her. The music reverberating down the hallway made it easy to identify her whereabouts. After a quick knock, Chani lowered the volume and responded with a friendly, “Come in, dad.” “Afternoon, sweetheart.”, I said entering her room and looking around. “What’ya working on?” Chani’s room was typical, I imagine, for a girl her age and socioeconomic status. A desk sat against one wall, cluttered with papers, a few keepsakes and the fancy purple Bluetooth speaker she Bhabhi got for her birthday earlier in the year. Space next to her window was occupied by a tall bookcase. There were a few books, but mostly it was adorned with decorations, along with a few old toys and stuffed animals. At one time they were prized possessions, too dear to be hidden away in storage. I suspected that now they were just familiar fixtures on their respective shelves and would remain there until space was needed for something new. Her closet door was open, and the light was on. Larger than a “normal” closet, but smaller than a walk-in, it was completely full. This child did not want for clothes. Though I only ventured a quick glance something caught my eye and my suspicions from indian earlier in the day were confirmed. There, in the back of the closet, I saw a couple comics open totes. Usually said totes, three or four of them in all, were stacked neatly, keeping safe and dry an assortment of childhood memorabilia, things that Chani may want to one day show her own children. Favorite toys, old art projects and even some articles of clothing were kept therein. Clothing like the t-shirt and panties, proudly printed with colorful representations with some of Chani’s childhood heroes, that she wore this morning while watching TV. My thoughts returned to the image from earlier in the day, that of Chani’s glorious backside covered in smooth fabric stretched to be nearly transparent. “Dad!?”, I was brought out of my reverie by my daughter’s voice. I turned to face her, seeing her sitting on her bed surrounded by books and papers, and blinked as my thoughts returned to the present. “I said,” she continued with just the sliest hint of annoyance at having to repeat herself, “that I just finished up my history homework and was taking a little break before I began memorizing my lines for drama. How about you?” “Nothing as exciting as homework,” I responded. “Your mother just episode had a few chores for me to do. Actually, though, I was hoping we could talk for a couple minutes.” “Sure.”, She responded as she moved a few things out of the way, clearing a spot for me to sit. She felt the heat and moisture in her pussy anticipating being fucked by Master and Rebel. She then ask if I can help her or if I have a phone she can use to call for help. This is new to you, and it’s new to me too. The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. She gasped and said way to "personal" and pushed me away. Rachel was sexually exhausted at this point and just episodes sat on all fours, panting. Sharon thought for a minute about what she had just said, stood up, hugged Cory, Bhabhi and kissed her. My head darted around, looking past all the writhing students and professors to find my Candice. Oddly, as I passed a closed door, I heard an orgasmic peak. “Uh-huh,” panted Mom. “Why doesn't he just call an Uber to get home if he gets that drunk?” She replied “I can tell by their actions and yours”. I decided it must have something to do with my test results, but why so near closing time for the clinic? I see Bill waving me over to get him another Lite and I make my way over with a full one. I woke early the next morning feeling unhappy. “Can’t wait,” Madison said softly, already beginning to drift off. “Back off, fucker.” There was a roaring sound as the blood pounded in my head. Liz asked me about my clit ring and as usual, episode Ryan told her that she could have a closer look. I loved her mouth around my dick. "fuck" Her ass was barely on the bed and her legs flailed in air as he drilled her. "BIG BOOBIES," she pouts as she watches her boob drop with thud and a indian double bounce on her ribcage. She jumped back and started clapping and laughing. I could feel her pushing back at him, then rocking around. So I opened my lips to try and get more air as I was now panting like a bitch in heat. Rick by now had run his hands up her sides and under her blouse reaching her tits massaging them through her bra. Once the knot was in it didn’t take long for Roscoe to shoot his load. She puckered her lips and kissed the thudding head of my cock. “Y-your being serious” I could hear the fear in her comics voice Now let go.” Oh god that was so great that cute sweet little hand around my oh so hard cock and I need to do something about that now. She stirred her writhing twat around my cock, driving me wild as her moans burst from her mouth, echoing through the room.