Come on, Brad.” Abby led him into the larger bedroom, and he closed the door behind him. “Please, leave the door open. I want your parents to hear...you make me cum.” He smiled, opening it.The bedside lamp was the only light in the room, but Abby’s eyes still sparkled. Brad went to her, and they embraced, “I love you, Abby.”“Mmm, I certainly can get used to hearing you say that. I love you too, Brad.” Her arms around his broad shoulders, her firm breasts pressed flat against his chest. She gazed. " And with that, I opened my mouth, and he slid the whole length in. It was huge, and I gagged. I could feel his stomach against my nose and his balls on my chin. I was struggling, and he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, but all I could think about was having it back inside me. I wanted nothing more than to service this big cock in front of my wife and have him fill me. He slipped his cock back in my mouth and leaned forward to untie my hands, so I started working him with my hands too.. .." Russian? I only ask because you spoke a bit of Russian earlier. I learned a bit at school. Don't ask me to get buy tickets on the Moscow Underground though! Actually have you ever seen pictures of that? It is absolutely bloody fantastic!"I start to smile, broadly. It must be obvious that her innocent remark has sparked a memory. She says: "What is your favourite station?"It slips out so easily. I say "Mayakovskaya"She says "Mmmm?"I say, "look, can we stop now? I am feeling very tired." But. It feels so good....I can't take it..I'm gonna cuuuummm...AAAAHhhhhhhh...Yesssssss". Mom was screaming so loud I started to kiss her to keep the neighbors from hearing while her hips jerked up onto Greg and I. We kept fucking her right through her orgasm and our pubic hair was matted with her juices leaking out of her. We were buidling up more speed and I felt Gregs' cock expand inside her and I knew he was about to cum, Mom felt it too and told us "Yes, I can feel it...cum inside.