She moaned as he slid a finger into her, and kissed him harder.“That doesn’t hurt?” asked Mary, whispering.Bev twisted her face away from Bobby�...�s, to look at her sister, around his head.“No!” she gasped. “Now it’s your turn to shut up.”Mary watched, as her brother’s finger disappeared up inside of her sister. Bev obviously loved that. Her thrusting hips made that clear. But Mary remembered the pain, when Bobby had put only a little of his finger in her. Her own hand went between her legs. She’d. The next thing I knew, I was being pumped into from behind. Into my pussy. It stung and it hurt so bad, but I couldn't say anything. Just stare into your eyes. It only took a few thrusts before he too cummed in me. When he pulled out, there was still plenty left on his cock, probably a mix of both his and his friend's. He sat back, his arms behind him and his cock in the air. ?Clean me off.? Again I did as I was told, turning around and bowing my head to his cock. I took it this time without. In my mind, that was just inviting me to do something. With renewed courage and another drink inside me, I got up and without a word, walked straight over to Carol, she was laid resting her head on her hands, still on her side. In complete silence we looked at each other and smiled, dropping down to my knees, I knelt in front of the sofa, my hands gently lifting her hemline.. I gently parted her ass cheeks to expose her ass and pussy, and without hesitation ran my tongue all the way down over. I was just about there until I saw Cathy run over to the machine and took the frothy jug off the machine and brought it over to the table. “Spunk in here…” Cathy held the jug down by mums bobbing head. “Cum in the jug and give mum and Mrs Noakes a special cream cup of cappuccino” I smiled and pushed mums head off my cock and stood up. Mum just stared. I wanked the last few strokes before my seed went flying into the jug. Spurt after spurt. When it stopped spurting and all was left was the drops.