There was slow sensual music playing on her record player, it was one of the more modern ones with the automatic record changer. Our 'Robbie's were ou... on the table along with some cooking oil, (for lubrication) and she went into the kitchen to pour us both a glass of wine. I felt comfortable now I was in her company; she was mine to do with as I pleased, to make her do whatever I wanted. I didn't feel rushed at all and was glad to sip the wine as I looked at her in the firelight. The Basque. Feels so goddamn good. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I love your fucking cunt, you little bitch!’ The words coming from Cameron’s mouth were making Heather’s pussy even wetter. She was literally soaking his cock with her juices. Cameron began pumping his hard cock into her pussy. Heather began thrusting her hips upward and meeting his thrusts. He pumped hard into her sopping cunt as he gasped out words. ‘Fuck . . . oh, fuck me, Heather. Fuck that hot little cunt on my cock. Squeeze that tight. His rock music blasting already, but he reached over and turned it down a little so his son didn't go deaf so early in his life. "You ready for fun Mitch?" Mitchell nodded excitedly and Jack let out a small chuckle as well as they drove through the traffic. Singing along to some songs as they came on the radio, he remembered them from when he last visited. Jack's house was really a single wide trailer on some land that he owned. Mitchell didn't mind all too much, it was certainly different from. His cock was now glistening and his father's strokes were getting faster. He could see his father's hips starting to lift up off the chair a little each time he stroked his oozing cockhead."Take your hard cock out of your pants so I can see it, please. I gotta see that sticky cock of yours."Hearing his father say those horny words to him made him really hot and he moved his hand down to his zipper. He could hardly unzip because his cock was so hard. He undid his belt and opened the snap on his.