Only his Nana was home and she was inside with the dog...I felt as though we were the only ones in a three mile radius. I could tell he was getting ho...ny; his eyes lose focus and breathing speeds up a bit. Just to make sure, I gently ran my hand across the front of his Velcro swim shorts. What met my hand was a lovely, hard cock. He had taken it out through the Velcro closure. I proceeded to give him a nice couple of strokes. Underwater hand jobs are quite intoxicating. At this time my pussy is. It was like pulling on a fine, calf-skin glove; tight and warm, but firmly yielding. I watched as my shaft sank slowly between her widely stretched folds; my pubic bone finally coming into contact with her clit as I gently bumped up against her limit. Emily let out a low, moaning gasp. “God, you fill me up. It feels like you barely fit.” “I can take it out if you want,” I jokingly offered as I leaned in and kissed her “Don’t you dare!” she said, hugging me close. “Just take it easy.” Still. My smile gets bigger. "Do you want to help me do something for Sam?" I"d love to. What do you have in mind?"She gets up, takes me by the hand, helps me up, and then starts leading me down the hall. She flips a switch and I realize we're in the bedroom. She lets go of my hand and heads to the closet, where she pulls down a box. "Maybe I'm being presumptuous, but have you any experience with rope?" A little," I say, which is true enough. "Good," she says as she takes out several coils of hemp. Donna moaned, and then Billy pissed.With a muffled squeal, Donna rubbed her face into the crotch of her son's shorts as he pissed. Like her shorts earlier, his jockey shorts were quickly drenched with hot piss. Donna purred as she rubbed her face into her son's crotch, shivering as his piss smeared her face. The wetness of his shorts excited her, and the scent of piss excited her.Billy leaned over his mother's face, holding himself up with his hands above her head. He tucked his face down,.