Rob stopped moving with the head of his dick up against the back of his mother’s pussy. As Rob dumped his load of cum in her pussy he told her, “...o am I!” Rob pulled his spurting dick from his mother’s pussy and slipped it into her willing mouth. Two or three more spurts coated the back of Mrs. Jones’s throat. Rob had about six or seven inches buried in his mom’s mouth, well beyond how much dick she had ever swallowed before. When Rob saw that his mother had taken his dick beyond her usual gag. She didn’t push me away. Quickly, I moved my hand down to her round ass and held her to me, pressing my body against her. I knew she could feel my hard cock, but she let me hold her.Our lips moved closer as I held her to me, grinding slowly and wondered what she would do, but she started moving with me. Then I kissed her hard and my probing tongue opened her mouth. She took my tongue and surprised me when she responded with hers. I continued grinding against her. My hands squeezed her ass. "I'm Rachel, the Duchess' assistant," the girl replied, while jugglingher pen and notepad in one hand and offering her the other hand. Michelltook the hand and shook it politely. She had to resist smirking down atthe plain looking midget. What a contrast they must've looked, thebookish librarian and the supermodel.Rachel turned and walked back into the marbled hallway. Michelle took adeep breath and composed herself. She walked in and closed the doorbehind her before following Rachel. Their. I’m already aroused, the intimate touch of his hand and the calm strength in his voice making me swoon: This is what I wanted. It feels right and when he instructs me to remove my panties it brooks no argument. Reaching back, I slip my fingers into the waistband and lower the panties, turning them inside out as they cross over the swell of my rosy bottom. As the waistband makes its way down my thighs, the crotch gets caught up and I part my legs and have to tug before I’m able to dislodge them.