.. take it! Use ... my ... ass! Do my cornhole! Take my bottom! It’s yours! It belongs to you now!” Rachel exclaimed as she felt my prick prong he... fantastic rump hard from behind.“Yeah, Mom, surrender the booty to Daddy ... let Master have your butt ... let him own your ass! He already owns mine and I ... love it!” Sarah encouraged her mother to yield her backside to me for life.It would be great if Rachel was already so enamored with me and my dick that she didn’t even think about changing. Not really my ideal situation but certainly better than the alternative of sitting home with my parents and watching Big Ben count down on the BBC. Therese plenty of Booze stocked and a long time to go until midnight so I figured id hit that early then maybe sober up a bit before the main event. Few other people had had the same idea, most notable an old friend of my girlfriends ,Kirsty, that I had met a couple of times.Since id met her before, and my girlfriend was otherwise engaged grating. It is past midnight, and the windows of my Miata are steaming up as we fondle away the time. Your hand is inching up from my knee, past the hem of my skirt, and as I spread my knees as much as I can in this constricted space, your fingers curl up past the edge of my skin-tight silk panties. You graze over my sparse cunt hair, which tickles me. When your finger tips slide down into the wet slice of my cunt, I am frustrated by not having room to open myself to your touch.But it doesn't matter,. I’m sure they were grateful. I assumed their tabletop romp was exactly what my mom needed to loosen up and get on with the preparations for the Christmas Eve open house she planned for later in the afternoon and into the evening. Her bitchy scowling and mumbling had gone the way of being light on her feet and chirping like a bluebird to Christmas carols as she wrapped puff pastry around cocktail wieners and whipped up her pineapple barbecue sauce for the mini meatballs. They were the same.