Catherine increased her effort driving her tongue deeper and deeper as the slaps continued on her ass and her daughter yelling obscene words at her. L...nda finally pushed her head back and lowered her skirt and looked down at her."Poor performance for a slut," she said. "Your daughter can do better than that. Slut, she yelled at Sandy, bring me three cloth pins from the laundry."Sandy ran and got three pins and gave them to Linda. Linda grabbed Catherine's right tit and pulled it out and pinched. I don't want to hear any more about this topic."******"Rosewood Antiques. How may I help you?"The female voice on the phone sounded professional. Just from the sound of her voice, Ben immediately built a mental image of a flat-chested thirty/thirty-five year old woman with her dark hair up in a bun and wearing glasses. She was probably wearing an ankle length skirt and didn't believe in wearing makeup or dating men. "Hi. I'm Ben Kline, Randy's brother. Is Randy there?"There was a long pause of. I got on my knees and began licking her sweet, musky pussy, and her hips began gyrating gently. Her moans were getting louder, and I had to tell her to be quiet, before the whole neighborhood heard her.I stood up behind her, and maneuvered my steaming cock into place. I was kind of winging it, because I had never gone this far with any of my past girlfriends (all two of them). Nicole could sense me struggling, and she reached between my legs and guided my cock into the folds of her impatient. She closed her eyes and Mike’s hands were under the water the whole time. I couldn't see much from the jet streams from the hot tub. He was fumbling underneath and Lisa shifted a bit. I wonder if he was playing with her pussy, but he wasn't. I knew what he did when I noticed her bikini bottom floated up above the water. Mike had undid the strings to her bottom and she was naked below the waist. Lisa told me “babe, why don't lower or turn off the flood light.” I didn't do it initial. Pete.