" Kimberly..." Yes, Mom." I dragged the resisting Pepper inside, but as I tried pulling the door shut she wormed through the opening and raced to the ...olf cart, leaping into the back. I hobbled after her, and when I got to the cart I saw Mom with an exasperated look, petting the nervous-looking dog and talking with Dad."Mom..." I know. She can come with if you promise to keep her calm. Now go lock up and we'll head over to the fireworks." Once I'd locked the back door and returned to the cart,. Bell, Colleen, Rebecca, and I were chauffeured from The Plaza to the Russian Tea Room for Thanksgiving dinner. The hotel set it all up: the limo, the private dining room, and the orchestra seating to Les Miserables.Dinner was superb. We dined on succulent turkey with all the trimmings, and everything else you could think of if you were having a traditional Thanksgiving feast. The servers were the ultimate professionals, and we all raved about the experience. Our limo was waiting when we exited. I could feel her trying to deepthroat my whole cock while my wife start to undress her. At one point I was face fucking her so hard that tears were coming from her eyes. I finally pulled out of her mouth telling her "let's not spoil this moment so prematurely". I told both of them I'd be right back as I went upstairs to fetch some things. While was gone, Sierra laid Brooke on her back and begin to kiss and lick her sweet pussy. I could here Brookes sweet moans from all the way upstairs. When I. All of sudden her eyes pop open and she leans forward and grabs my other hand and arm. She brings my hand to her mouth and takes two fingers into it. She sucks on my fingers up to the palm. Looking me straight in the eye, she take the fingers from her mouth and down to her slit. She rubs them across it for a second before spreading her legs wider making her pussy gape slightly. It is all I can do to keep from cumming right then. She slid the fingers into herself and goes back to rocking her.