All I could do was smile at her and think of the fun I had just experienced.As I had finished reliving this childhood memory I was pulling into the dr...veway at home from the college. I knocked on the door and awaited mom answer. “Gattu darling, did you come from college?” she asked quizzically. My name is Gautam but mom used to call me “Gattu”“Hi mom. Well, I had nothing planned this afternoon, no my friends are in town, so I thought I’d spend it here with you.”“Don’t just stand there then,. “More!” she’d cry out, and I comply; my cock pumping even harder, causing our skin to noisily fill the air with a clapping sound. Trisha bucks back harder as I thrust forward, grunting fiercely, her nails tearing slightly into the fabric on the bed. I smack her ass as we fuck, adding to our own little sexual symphony and she moans out. Her volume begins to increase more and more, signaling her imminent release as I smack her ass once more. A huge wave of orgasm crashes her body as she coats my. “Mind-boggling,” Howard said. He took the boys to the ferry terminal in St. Ignace and they boarded the boat to Mackinac Island. The Island was only reachable by ferry and Howard said that when they were offered the option of being included in the early plans for the bridge, the people turned it down emphatically. There were no cars on Mackinac Island and they wanted to keep it that way. They explored the shops and even went on a short horse ride. The horses proved to be so set on getting back. Laurel teasingly nipped the curve of Sandy’s left hip, a throaty chuckle emerging from her throat at the inarticulate sounds Sandy made around her satin gag, the slick fabric wettening within her mouth as she struggled to speak. Laurel bit into Sandy’s hip until the words she was still stubbornly trying to say turned instead into a sharp cry of surprise, the likes of which soon turned into a tense whimper as Laurel continued to press her lips ever downward. Laurel licked and kissed the soft.