When they heard
Susie cry out, and heard their mother’s admonitions, they
hurried over to stand in front of Susie. “There now. Sex What you do? Christopher. George has nice schlong, too,
eh Miss Susie? Vastos was right; they were
indeed “big like this” and so very fat. The two men stared curiously at the young girl. They really do feel nice, Mrs. George’s knuckles scraped its surface as he
continued to cling to her round titties. She couldn’t understand what had happened. Here, let
me see if I can fix it.”
Susie bent forward, her face only inches from the old
man’s open fly, and pushed and pulled at the zipper to no
avail. Poor George didn’t know what to do.
Chris and George were sitting on the floor, their heads
between their knees, their limp pricks drooping over their
empty balls. You come with me. She like schlongs like I used to. It would be such a waste to spill it
all into a towel. Her pussy was beginning to itch again. She was just a tangled mass of pleasure, all
focussed on the miraculous pole that filled her cunt. She cried out with
fierce joy as the cock in her ass throbbed and shot its
painful load into her guts. You let him play with Susie’s bummie.
