I couldn't resist kissing his bare chest and sucking his nipples — his skin was wet with his semen. Some of it had trickled down from the open neck ...f his shirt, and I licked it lovingly, running my hand over my son's body.Then Vincent made a joke, and said it wasn't fair, he was bare-chested while I was wrapped up in a sweater. I laughed, and pulled the sweater over my head, and he stared at my naked breasts. The next thing I knew was that he was doing to me what I'd done to him, kissing my. My tits were crushed. I was in a wild orgiastic banshee of pleasure. I pulled the body of the blonde in front of me from his arse cheeks, making him go pussy deeper, as the cock behind teased my pucker opening, so shallow, and then I arched and pushed my arse back to join the cock burrowing into me.Then it was all too good. I had no self jurisdiction. I was trash slut whored; basically rag dolled. One cock sliding into me while the other pulled my arse back. My arse then pounded while my pussy. Mom casually asked if I remembered the hotel room where Mom and I became lesbian lovers.We stayed two nights at the hotel on the first she seduced me the second was a threesome with a maid Yvette working in the hotel I could hear the wheels turning in Mom’s mind I could guess what she was about to say. ‘If I booked the room we could replay our first night ’I asked if she was clean shaven ‘naughty girl and yes I am’ I told her to bring a jar of liquid honey, Mom’s response was ‘you really are a. Ben would never stop but sometime he felt weary to the bone.The three men walked into the firelight and Ben stiffened. The men's hands were tied behind their backs with an extra rope tying their elbows together. A Cherokee was on each side of each man to guide and control him. Whenever one of them struggled their arms were wrenched backwards causing a gasp of pain.The auras of all three men were a darker bruised yellow-black color than Ben had seen in bad men he had encountered. These were.