Cuckold for Kelley III
CUCKOLD FOR KELLEY III By Cuckold for Kelley Another weekend had arrived and this time I found myself sitting in Tracy’s living room waiting once again for Kevin the stud to come screw Kelley. It was afternoon, sunny and warm. Kelley and Tracy were dressed, as usual, in shorts and t shirts, both bra-less. While they chatted about TV shows and neighborhood gossip, I took the opportunity to watch their breasts. Kelley’s stood out as firm points on her almost flat chest. I thought I could see a hint of her dark areolae through her shirt. Tracy’s were classic knockers, large, firm with nipples that seemed to rise and fall depending on her movement, emotion or the slight breeze that sometimes wafted through the room. I had no idea what their plan was, at least …