” She said, this time her voice was an instruction.I began pushing the dildo in very gently and very slowly.“Further, I can take more. It is colde... than your thumb but I am OK so far.”I just kept pushing, little by little Carols arse opened up and she had the glass dildo buried deep in her. Without warning she came again and grunted loudly.My cock was pointing skywards and straining. I got behind Carol and pushed it into her pussy. I began fucking her energetically. I could feel the dildo in. Her mother didn't say a word about anything that had happened that day ... not about anything. Except "Did you apologize to your Uncle?" When Kathy said "Yes" that was it. Once, when Kathy said "Mom ... about today..." her mother glanced over and said "Not now Kathleen." Then she glanced meaningfully at Jill, who was playing with a video game. The rest of the trip was silent.When they got home, though, everything changed. As soon as Jill was safely in the shower, Liz called Kathy and said "We. Idiotic question, she thought, had seen that he had used the bathroom near the pool. But why would he be asking? He suspected that he too had been interested and pointed to the bathroom normally used by the day laborer and that was in the area near the kitchen. And he came in, smiling, and left the door open and she saw him urinating.That's when she went mad. What a beautiful cock had Cristovão. When he left the bathroom, she asked,"You did it on purpose, did not you?" I love insightful women,. Harder now. So fucking hard, because I needed this pussy. This was my fucking pussy. And she grunted with each hump of my hips feeding my thick prick into her juicy, sticky pussy. Rutting like an animal now. Taking what I wanted. And giving. Giving her what she had begged for so many times before. Jesus, she was a grand little fuck. The best. I had trained her well. Screwing her honey pot with my hardness, I was loving this. I kept fucking steady and deep. Rougher and rougher, using all of the.