I suck and lick hard and rub her nipple. She moans louder.My hand slides down and rubs between her legs, through her jeans. She keeps moaning as I rub...up and down, pressing hard to feel her clit through the thick fabric. Then I press and rub side to side, just feeling her hard clit as I rock back and forth.My passion for her makes me pull up, get between her legs, undo her jeans, then almost rip them off, along with her panties. I had been trying to start gently with her, but I can no longer. Hank agreed. We left it at that.The more I thought about Matt and Hank fucking Shirley the harder I got. One night Shirley had had two margaritas to many and was a little tipsy. I asked if she had ever thought about fucking another guy. Her face got the look when she was in deep thought. She finally said she had fantasized about it a couple of times, but she would never do anything like that.The Friday before the weekend I got a call from Bob saying that they would not be able to make it that. The next few pictures were of the Mother as before, kneeling down on the floor beside a small bed with the young boy laying asl(ee)p on it, covered by a blanket. The next one showed, the Mother pulling the blanket off her young son, to reveal him sleeping in pajama pants, his chest bare. The flowing one, was a close-up of the Mother reaching into his pajama pants. Another one, was a close-up of the Mother stroking her sl(ee)ping son’s limp cock. Sharon started to squirm around a lot more on the. Nobody will disturb us.”Claire reached under her skirt, tugged her panties down and carefully stepped out of them. Then she flipped her skirt up over her hips and bent over the desk.“I’ve been dreaming of this all day,” said Claire, pulling her buttocks apart. “I want you to fuck my ass. I’m all clean and lubed up ready for you.”My little dick was hard as rock at the sight but I didn’t trust her.“Is this a set-up?” I asked. “Is there a camera recording all this.”“If there is, it’s going to be.