He was panting so loudly to catch his breath that I thought that Jerry was going to wake up. He got up off of me, pulled up his pants, and his buckle ...ade a clanking noise again as he connected it. I laid there feeling our sweat together had soaked my night shirt. I was still laying there running everything that had just happened through my head, whenI heard the footsteps of the next guy approaching. I just laid there as he climbed over on top of me and fucked me while the other bikers were. “Emma! P-please, no more. I beg you, please,” sobs Becky. “I’ll be g-good.” Emma holds Becky and comforts her, kissing her softly and strokes her beautiful hair, her hands well away from her sensitive areas. Becky moans and convulses a little more as her pussy leaks her juices, dribbling out of her tight red pussy – even this is torturing Becky as her pussy is so sensitive from the spankings. Emma quietly leaves the room to continue Miss Caitlin’s bidding. Miss Caitlin picks up the nipple. David looked at the pairing like a scene out of a science fiction movie. His brain was misfiring. Had he heard him correctly? Did he say WE? There’s no way he could have meant his wife Rebecca so who the hell was he referring to? Rebecca was . . . well, she wasn’t the sort of white woman that “fucked Black”. Dave stumbled to his car, disoriented. He couldn’t wait to get home. He was so turned on, so confused, so out of control he whipped out his cock and started jerking off in his car,. My biological Mother died when I was still very young and after that my Dad moved to the States and found Linda. I loved her just like she was my mother. It did, however, make it hard for me not be attracted to her, knowing it was completely legal. . Moms tits were easily 36C but I had never stolen a bra or asked to find out. She was short too which I always found really sexy in women standing only 51 and weighed about 100lbs most of that being in the chest. Even though she was 32, she had.