Checking the time I called after them, “you can have twenty minutes playing scrabble or watch some TV”, a chorus of “thanks Uncle Joe/Mr. “I’ll sort you out sweetie” said Anne and led her out, “grab a pad out of my bag and stick on her” called Julie then chuckled to me, “a wonder that girl doesn’t dehydrate…she’s always leaking!” then added, “we’re one stool short, have you got any others?”. The next rub…slightly stronger flex…a soft exhale…down again, slightly more pressure, a little stronger flex…and a soft sigh. The rover repositioning between her ankles as I spread my knees wide to get my cock at the perfect height, shuffling forward to drag my fat cockhead up and down her creamy gash and lodged it at her hole, pausing. Chloe looked back and giggled, then turned back to snuggle her face into my chest, “mmmm, feels sooo nice” she murmured softly, “sure does sweetie, your hugs are to die for” I responded just as softly….
