I went into the kitchen for drinks and Katie followed me. She was full of questions, asking me about teaching and about tennis, and generally keeping ...p an incessant chatter. I was mixing vodka into a pitcher of sparkling lemonade, and Katie was so anxious to help that she broke a glass after nearly upsetting the whole pitcher. I shooed her out of the room, beginning to understand why Sabrina found her so annoying.After sweeping up the broken glass, I served the spiked lemonade to the girls and. I admitted my ignorance.“Well, never mind,” she said, “get over here. We’ll measure your cock later.”We went to her bed and I climbed on top of her, missionary-style, my legs between hers. We kissed, deeply, and my cock was right at the entrance to her pussy. She had a hand on my ass and was kneading it. I could feel how wet she was with the end of my dick, which eased into her about an inch.“Don’t,” she said, probably not wanting my cock inside her yet, but it was too late. Just an inch into. "Get them into the car. Let Becky drive -- she has a lead foot. MOVE!" There was a pause. "Are you moving? Good. No, she can't -- do you have any idea how difficult this is?" Put it on speaker," I told her, and pointed her at a corner.She did so. "Yes I do, Mom," poured from the speaker, "that's why I'm having a hard time believing you! Tina got caught outside a pickup -- they use some kind of field, and you can't get in or out!" I'm going to try to get you after the field is released," I said. With that, she once again had her tits trapping my shaft and I effortlessly slid my hardness back and forth in the soft flesh glove her breasts made. My strokes became faster and harder as I neared my limit. It took only a few more strokes and I was shooting a surprisingly generous load from within the valley between her bundles of flesh. My cum repeatedly squirted up to her neck and then trickled back down, flowing over her wet cleavage. With me having been milked dry, I leaned back against.