I looked at him, “Are we going to do it?” “Yes, unless she chickens out. I broke her cherry on our wedding night. She got on with her face over my crotch. Her tits were probably 34-C’s and did not sag a bit. We were just polishing off a six pack of Coors. Her head bobbed up and down along the full length of my thick seven inches. I had just finished telling him about an awful date I just had with one of the girls from work. Come on out.” We looked at the doorway as Joan came out, dressed in a white, see-thru teddy bear nighty. Joan was moaning with pleasure and pushing back to match his thrusts while she deepthroated my manhood. When she was down on her knees to take off our pants, she licked up and down the sides of our cocks and sucked our balls. She was boring and not interested in putting out. She got on with her face over my crotch.
