Prone bone me ... lay me flat on my belly and ram it deep!” Mom begged me to take her even rougher than before.I began pulling Mom’s hair with my ...ight hand and slapping her tush with my left as I ravaged her sweet, tight, hot ass. She pushed back at me with utter abandon, her hips working so well with me, like a well-oiled machine, her buns moving to pull me deeper inside her, toward her bowels. I lost all self-control and just began ramming and rutting like a beast, Mom joining me in pure,. I placed my fingers to feel her drenched panties. Suddenly Raksha clamped her thighs together to trap my hand on her puss. “Ohh fuck, never mind the sucking, I need a good fucking right the hell now!” Raksha moaned. Her hands flew to her snatch, in an instant her panties and bra were gone. I couldn’t help myself. I sat up, whipped off my shirt and dove in to suck on her fat brown nipples. She shrieked as I collapsed on top of her. My right hand rubbed her left nipple, playing with her giant. The thought made her even hotter. “Next time I catch you, I’ll make you get my cock wet...” He pumped faster and faster into her mouth. She kept her lips tight around his cock, wanting him to come in her. Wanting to taste him. “And then I’ll bend you back over the hood of your car and fuck your ass.” With one touch she could come. The merest brush against her clit would do it. She tried to move her hips, to find something to rub against. Then other things mattered more. She heard him growl. While the women were gone, Paul played Free Cell on the new computer while Ed and Bob became more acquainted. Bob declared that he had been on the wagon since he had been incarcerated for the drunk and disorderly arrest. He also said he was helping out an old man that was a wall plasterer. Bob said the guy was an old Italian who had worked in Italy on some of the world's most renowned churches. The old guy was truly an artist and was showing Bob the basics of making designs in newly plastered.