I stuck in a tentative finger. Xxnx Then she leaned forward with uncanny instinct, trapped my straining cock between her palm and round belly, and pumped it up and down with her entire food-stuffed gut. She piled her plate with corn beef and cabbage and baked beans. My excuses to myself were embarrassingly lame. “Things are different, now. My only suitcase had disappeared with her. I saw Billy’s once at school and it was little.” She still held on to it. “That. And…” she stopped long enough to puzzle something out, “…and at the same time, you think my belly’s a huge turn-on. “Marcie told me.”
Aha! “I’m soooo full!” She moaned and grunted. Straighten up; straighten up now!”
So when my ropy cum spurted upward, it didn’t splash her face. I took Betsy to school, came home and did my freelance work, picked her up
