TP: Cornered

Homer shot to his feet. "Shee-it! I ain't never turned down a hot piece of pussy. Ain't gonna start now."

"I'm with you on that too, brother," said Booker, stroking his cock as he too got to his feet. "Let's go hit it again."

Bob watched the three Tongue Patrol guys troop back up the stairs. He sat in his couch chair and picked up the TV remote and flicked back to his former sports channel. He was disappointed that the UEFA match had ended without him seeing it. Oh well, at least he'd gained something else today. He ran his hand over his lips, still tasting his wife's pussy on his tongue. He looked at his watch. He would give the brothers a couple of minutes before going back to vacuum his wife's pussy once again.

He could hardly wait.