Her touch was like lighten striking, the feeling brought back memories for me. Her hand felt great but her mouth felt 10 times better. She could fit m...re for of my cock in her mouth then any girl before her and I loved the way that she stop every few moments to just look at my cock. The only things I could hear were the sounds of my own moans as she engulfed me time and time again. Each time she would take my cock into her mouth I could feel the back of her throat tightening around me and here. She had worn fishnet stockings, open crotch lace panties, and a matching bra. Knowing her preferences, she had probably kept most of it on while he mounted her. I could not help but push the knickers in my face to sniff them. I felt the start of an erection in my pants. Between the pillows, I found the condom's wrapper: size XXL. I picked up the soiled rubber, and noticed that it was well filled; a silent testimony to his virility and my wife’s skill. I folded the lingerie and threw the boxers. Greg then stood over me and put his juicy cock to my lips. I let him slip it between my lips, tasting his cum as he did it and I sucked him clean. Mom smiled at me and then just walked away, leaving me there laying on the bed with my legs spread apart! Greg got up and said he would be right back and I just rested a couple of minutes. Greg came back in with some older man and without even asking, let that man rub my wet clit. He pushed his finger in my hole and rubbed it all around. I was a. I immediately lifted my pistol and shot him in the chest. With the grappling hook, of course, I’m not a psycho! The hook smashed into the chest piece, sending him staggering backwards and away from the heavy laser cannon. He clutched at the spike, trying to yank it from the armoplast, but I was already retracting myself. His feet skidded on the ground as I flew right at him, and my elbow went right into his throat. He groaned as he went sprawling, even as P90 swung down to land next to me. She.