.. You know I'm thinking dirty thoughts.. Looking into your eyes I run my hands over my nipples, making a small sound in the back of my throat. You...look at me a say, " Pull em through your shirt baby, make em hard.."I love teasing you when you know that you can’t do anything about it.. I love making you that hot.My one foot is down on the ground, my one underneath that knee, so my legs are spread slightly. I tug my nipples hard and moan.You look and me and moan, “you’re so fucking. “I’d bet you were going to let the four of them work you over any way they wanted before you got back to where ever. No doubt you’d enjoy a couple extra just that much more.”These two weren’t anything spectacular to look at. I doubt if you’d even notice them if you passed them on the street. Mid to late forty’s, about average height and both were doing fairly well on getting their beer bellies going. Wearing your usual work type clothing. There was a marked difference in their cocks though. One. He looked down at his mother, on hands and knees, sweating. He looked at the juicy, plump, round buttocks pressed against his hips and he looked between her cheeks, at the pucker of his mother's ass. It winked at him. The brown, wrinkled anus of his mother was winking at him as if inviting him to give it a try.Suddenly he knew that he did not just want to fuck it; to stick his cock in it and screw his mother in the butt. No, his increased interested in it told him he needed to know more about. His dick thrusting forward into hotness, inch by inch to help Shay stretch for his size. Shay was instantly drowned in pain as something larger replaced Caleb's fingers. The pain's intensity was so great that not even a proper scream could escape his lips. Knowing his partner's pain, Caleb began squeezing Shay's rod harder as he pumped faster. Slowly Shay became aware of a pressure building inside him, before turning to blinding lust. Unsure of the whys, Shay began moving his hips in hopes to.