"Hey Chris, you want to pass the ketchup?" my Dad asked from across the table. "Hello...Earth to Chris." he said again, waking me up from my day dream.
"Oh, ya. Sorry Dad." I said while I hurried and handed him the ketchup. I had been watching Mrs. Davis at the end of the table slowly putting almost her whole hot dog in her mouth. I wish that was my c**k in between those buns covered in ketchup with her lips around it. I thought.
My family was having a barbeque to kick off summer and a few of the neighbors were over. I looked down at the other end of the table and saw Mrs. Jensen sipping her lemonade. Her low cut shirt generously showed off the cleavage her giant Double D's made.
I'm getting a b***r just thinking about when I had her big titts in my mouth. Oh, and when she had me titty
