II let my stroking hand slip down his rigid shaft so my palm caressed his scrotum as my wanking continued."Oh, Auntie Pen, oh, God, that’s lovely!�...Brian was trembling now, his legs starting to shudder with the unbearable pleasure he was taking from my attentions. I obeyed nature’s prompt to facilitate Brian’s climax by shifting the action; my right hand moved to the swollen corona near the end of his shaft while my left advanced from his buttocks and between the smooth columns of his quivering. ”“Listen, slut, you can cum as many times as you want; didn’t you pay attention to what Christy was telling you girls last night; unless you’re a boy. So mom, give my slut one of those dildoes that you try to hide in your bed-end table, and let my slut see how many times that she can cum for us.”I gave Pam a eight inch dildo that looked exactly like a real cock, and I also got her a nice clit vibrator. “Now slut, cum as many times as you can. I bet mom can cum more times than you can, can’t you. I wanted a better view of her sweet gaping cunt. I directed her to the couch and had her sit at the edge and spread her long legs. The view was enticing. Her pussy was gaping at the seams, her love hole was three inches open wide with her legs only halfway spread, her pussy lips were stretched, almost looking more like mud flaps, her clit was small and far from her entrance. I had to get a taste. She had the aroma of a freshly showered smell, with the strong scent of her arousal.She watched. ?Daddy please, no please I am a virgin daddy please..!!!? but it didn’t matter; once fuckmeat was discovered it only had one person: to be used. Sarah’s father, however, wasn’t finding it to be such a hardship. His daughter’s tits were 36DD like most with the fuckmeat gene; he was surprised he never noticed them before. She must have worn minimize bra. Sarah’s dark curly hair was long and perfect for pulling; she had expressive chocolate which showed her fear at what was happening but also.