I locked, recoiled and released rope after rope after rope of spurts into her wet, moist pussy. I did not care. XXX Friends are over as usual downstairs playing music with some fish on the outdoor grill. She was talking, I was listening, but all I heard was the voice of Charlie Browns teacher, you know…”whaa whaa whaa” My dick was so hard as I heard her constant stream while looking at her full breasts in her blouse. But my girl is all of that and some, curves in the right places, titties full and sticking out, ass that makes you want to kiss it, hips like a coke bottle and a voice of a southern belle…she’s from Mississippi Delta area.
