I knew Jane was having a treat down below. Suddenly the pressure built to a crescendo, I grabbed both hands full of Helen’s hair and drove deeper th...n I had before into her tight restraining passage. Tears were now pouring down her face but I didn’t slow. I exploded down her throat, jet after jet of hot semen pouring from my cock. I didn’t let go of Helen’s hair for a good few seconds, keeping deep in her throat and then pulled my cock from her mouth. A mixture of spunk and saliva dripping from. As I entered the kitchen, Mom was in her short robe. She was bending over getting some rolls out of the oven, and I could see her long legs all the way up to her panties.SPROING! Instant hard on!My mother was only thirty-three. She was still very young looking and beautiful. All my friends drooled over her when they came over to swim, or play computer games. Mom was about an inch taller than my five foot seven. She was about ten pounds heavier than I was, and was very much 'hour-glass' shaped.. And since the water was slightly muddy with the washing he asked me to help him find it. the game was on.I told him I couldn’t get in the water be my dress would get wet to which he said that my top was already all wet and dripping and he could give a wide towel to wear instead f my track pants. All these he said with a lopsided sneer and I knew what was in store for me in that tank once I step into it. after showing a bit of hesitation and all I agreed to his idea and he lend me his dirty. Her body was calm and satisfied, but her mind was not. She made her way reluctantly downstairs. The living room was empty, but she could hear sounds from the kitchen. Birch was alone in there, making them something to eat. He crossed the room when he saw her in the doorway, and put his arms around her. Part of Emi wanted to resist, but as always, she was unable to, and she leaned into him as closely as she could, drawing comfort from the solid warmth of his body as he rhythmically stroked.