Sara continued to watch her Mom. She was calm at first, but the angry man was making her mad. Sara saw her reach for her phone and a few minutes later...a police car pulled up and forced the angry man away. Sara turned away from the window and sank to the floor, her back against the wall. “He’s gone!” She said with obvious relief.The frightened girl said, “He’ll be back.”“He doesn’t know you’re here. Besides, he won’t get past Mom. She’s the best!”“I wish she were my mom!”“That would make us. Tom’s hands were on my hips as he drove his cock into my hot wet center, almost pulled it out then dove back in. We stood fucking and grinding for several minutes, both of us enjoying the melding of our bodies and the sounds of my sloppy wet pussy. I could feel my wetness starting to run down the insides of my legs. I didn’t want Tom to cum in my pussy yet, I still wanted him in my mouth, covered with my juices. I turned and told Tom it was my turn. I asked him to sit on the picnic table.. By then, she was hotter than a firecracker. She yanked my shorts down, exposing my erection which she engulfed in one swift downward motion. Although it wasn't the most comfortable position I could think of, considering that the floor was rather hard carpet, the sensations of her pussy around my cock more than offset the discomfort. Traci screamed twice before I shot a load of cum into her cunt.As Traci oh-so-slowly lifted herself off my prong, I got another dozen shots of my cock sliding out. Here, I’ll help you.”Nodding, not daring to question her, I faced the bar and carefully stepped up on the attached brass railing that ran about a foot off the floor, balancing precariously on the balls off my feet. I was still shaking enough that I’m not sure I could have managed it without her guidance.“Bend over for me. Good girl,” she encouraged me, pushing me gently down on the clean hard surface. It was wide enough that I ended up with my head turned towards her, my cheek pressed against.