I give a loud grunt as he hit my insides, just about biting my son’s cock off. I could hear John grunting with every thrust “I’m going to fuck...you hard for teasing us in the car,” he saidThe picnic table was ideal height for fucking furiously as his hands held on to my buttocks and we slapped together. I hope he remembers to pull out I thought to myself as strings of cum would be hard to explain to my husband, leaking from my fanny. Just then, Nick my son pulled out from my mouth then I felt. She next got a pair of battery-operated trimmers with the wax strip box. I felt Ray cover my groin with cream and between my legs to my anus. “Peg said “This will take a few to numb your skin as she rubbed the cream into my skin and then washed her hands. Ray go get him another bowl of weed as I want him zoned out for this part.”Ray came back and handed me the pipe and lighter as I sat up with my back against Peg's nude body and she reached around and rubbed my chest and shoulders as I smoked. His reactions were more of someone who was just having sex for the evening, not those of someone making love to someone they cared for. He had made sure she was pleasured, but not in the same way he usually did.She sat there for a moment thinking about how she hadn't been in this position on a bed since she was in junior high, but she felt like she was that age again. When things happened in her young life that disturbed her, she would sit in her bed with knees up and arms around her legs,. His concentrating on her nipples gave her serious flashes of electricity surging down into her crotch. They caused her to gasp as he worked on the the pointy nubs. Then he used his soapy hands all over them. Cupping them. Kneading them.He turned her away from him to wash the hand print off her butt and moved to the paint sprays on her legs and thighs. He let the cloth drop from his hands and soaped them up.Starting at her ankles, he drew his hands up each of her legs, until the edge of his.