”“Are you?” he asks, watching her place sliced sausage on her bread and biting into it.She studies him while she chews. His wry smile returns. �...�Why do you say that?” she finally returns.“Observation? I watched the doctor.”“I thought you just watched me,” she smirks.“Who can blame me? You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”“For an Indian?”“For anyone.”She grins. “You’re no slouch in the looks department either. I imagine you have to fight off the senoritas.” For some reason he. She lived with her mother, an extreme conservative who brainwashed her into believing that all sexual things were evil. She was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her mother would punish her severely.Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well-toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that. ”“Oh yeah baby,” cried Dad. “Cut it loose…cut itloose.” A few seconds later Chris and Heather heard a big gaspand then a long groan that signaled Dad’s orgasm,followed closely by yet another cum by Daughter. Then it was Chris’ turn. Heather could feel his cockswell and then throb in her pussy as it jerked andjetted streams of cum that set her off again. Her pussyclenched and urged her son to an even better orgasm. Bythe time Heather came back to. Aunt Alia slowly lowered her soaked pussy unto my glistening pole. Her pussy engulfed more and more of my cock, stretching out around the thick shaft. She paused a little with her pussy lips wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. She exercised her vaginal muscles, milking on me, then she exercised her other muscles as she rode up and down the shaft.I let her tits rest in the palms of my hands as I squeezed them gently, feeling the hard nipples press hard against me. She rode me with long.