” Another five minutes passed before Ingrid turned her head round to him and said, “Cunt face, take that pencil out and watch a cock at work.” ...He withdrew and made his way back to the side of the bed. Ingrid straddled me again And looked at him and said, “Now hold this cock up so it can fuck your wife.” He came closer and took hold of my cock; he pointed it up and just before Ingrid sat on it she looked at him and said to him, “Now penis brain, you can spit on it.” He bent down and spat on. Her wetness increased as the slight roughness from the cotton excited her clit and the folds of skin below it. Just as the garment was becoming damp, she thrust the fabric has far into herself as her fingers would go, soaking her underwear into a heavy, dripping mass. Anya removed them from her pussy and sucked on her warm, viscous fluids while fingering herself again. Seeking a more erotic supplement to her masturbation, she paused from rubbing her tits and her voluminous lower lips just long. Naked otherwise. She jumped into the large bed. She was on her back.“Come,” she said simply.I lost my robe in a hurry and jumped in with her.“You want this, don’t you?” she asked.Man. Did I ever. My desire for her was at its peak.“Yes, mom, I do…I love you, mom!”I was on top of her… blabbering… inexperienced… excited… between her legs…straining…trying to kiss her…I didn’t know what I was doing.She managed to get hold of my hard cock. As she guided me into her accepting pussy, I felt my cock. „Wo ist denn Inge überhaupt?“, fragte Jutta. „Äh, die ist gerade im Badezimmer“, antwortete ich und schon betrat Inge ebenfalls das Wohnzimmer. Sie hatte sich nur auf die Schnelle einen Bademantel übergestreift und begrüßte die Freunde mit einem Küsschen. „Hey, Inge, was hast du denn da für schicke Stiefel drunter?“, fiel Tim sofort auf, „zeig mal her.“ Ein wenig zögernd öffnete Inge den Mantel ein wenig. Den beiden Männern fielen fast die Augen aus dem Kopf, als sie die Schnürung der Stiefel.