“Mom!” OMG, my son Eric had come home early…that was the noise from the screen door. I looked back only to see him at my door, his mouth wide ...pen at the sight. I muttered: “ Please close the door. Go downstairs. Mommy just can’t stop right now. I’ll see you in the kitchen.” Letting out another grunt and I could feel that releasing climax traveling from my toes and shoulders focusing on my hot cunt being churned. Feel it flowing from my face, down my neck and breasts…my entire body in. Mmmm…just slightly longer than Zac, Christine thinks, as the stud begins his thrusting. And a little thicker, too! “I love you big fucking linemen with your big fucking dicks!” Christine exclaims, looking up into his eyes with lustful intensity. “I’ll bet you can’t fuck me as hard as Zac did!” she taunts him. “Oh, I know you didn’t just say that,” the stud replies. Christine’s challenging trash talk has exactly the effect that she was hoping for; Conor slams into her again and again with. So I lifted my waist above the water so my cock was fully exposed to her in the cool night air. Her eyes widened and she got a sexy smile on her face while her hand went under the water and into her bikini bottom. He jerked me a few times above the water before I descended below the water again. She was rubbing her pussy now under the water and her tits above the water while he and I rubbed each other and watched her. I was also looking around at all the hotel room windows that faced us to. We parked at the far end of the car park away from the main buildings after we had changed and I wore a dress below the knee and pretty half slip with a lace hem and a top with shawl and knee high boots as after recent rain the path to the hide was muddy.As most people had left it was only the sailing club who were concluding and mooring and the occasional walker but the hide is by a footpath at the edge of the reservoir and we expected to share it.We settled on the wooden bench quietly and.