Peter’s strokes were beginning to pick up pace as Amy’s bottom came up to meet him. He could hear her soft moans of encouragement and the small mi...ro-shudders from within her wet sex. Suddenly, Amy realised the consequences of their actions. She knew that she wouldn’t have time to douche, not even wash properly. ‘Please don’t cum in me Peter. Pull out and I’ll give you a hand-job to finish. Yes?’ Peter didn’t answer. Instead, he quickened his pace. ‘’I’ll give you a blowjob and you can cum in. Pamela dutifully gave half of everything she earned to her mom.At Aunt Doreen's she had learned the ropes so to speak. At first most of her customers were men who wanted a younger, prettier girl than their wife or current girlfriend. As she grew older she got the men who wanted an experienced woman who would do all the things for them in the bedroom that their wives and girlfriends wouldn't do.Pamela would do almost anything within reason providing the punter paid her enough. She had done some. “Lets finish up in the showers.” Dawn said walking towards the showers. The boys followed there cocks getting hard again. “Grab some soap boys” Dawn commanded. The two did so and entered the showers to find Dawn standing in a stall with steam flowing out. Jacob was the first to act, he joined Dawn in the shower the hot water flowing down his head running all over him sliding down his back in between his ass cheeks clearing out more of Nicks sperm, and the pellets of water beating onto his. No such luck ... pretty much ever. Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the other while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's stuff was dripping out of me. The thought turned me on nearly as much as fucking him in the first place. I snuggled right up to Hubby and caressed him with.