“Back to my hotel,” she answered. “Any problem with that?”“None that I can see.” I was being quite honest.Terry was a bit tipsy but not dr...nk. You might say she was feeling good. She drove off at a fast pace but was quite in control as we entered the highway. The wind in our faces felt good. Terry’s hair blew wildly as we raced down the highway. It hit me in the face on occasion as we drove along. We were both having fun and we were in a red convertible driving down the highway at a fast clip.. “I want some new pictures to masturbate to you when you would be gone,” he said. Ross clicked some close-up pictures of my wet pussy. He put down the phone and came over to me. We were kissing again. I could feel his cock getting hard again, as it was rubbing against my body. “Your cock is hard again,” I whispered. “You ready to fuck your whore?” “I’m gonna fuck you really hard,” Ross said, and he bent me over. Ross acted a little rough with me. He grabbed me tightly and called me his. Indigo, who took her time spitting out the inhuman amount of cum out her mouth, sat down on top of her face with her wet cum filled pussy on top of her mouth. Albert hung back on his bed facing his mother's opened legs and spent cock that rested her between her legs.“You ready Indigo?”“Yes...” Indigo replied, sounding a little apprehensive.“Mmmm, such a sexy and beautiful pussy my dear. Now, to suck my son's wonderful ambrosia out of this sweet honey pot.”"You're going to do what—Ahhhh! Mmmm!. Then I felt it, she was tugging at my panties. In my haste to tuck my shirt in I had tucked it inside the panties instead of my trousers. “I thought so,” she said, “size 8, but I can’t read the manufacturer. But they are very silky, you have excellent taste in panties,” she said and not in a hushed tone.I swiveled my chair and our eyes met. I had no idea what to say and I felt my cock stiffen in my panties with the anticipation that for the first time in my life a woman might just accept the.