"So you didn't mind becoming a mother fucker?" Actually, I'm sort of hoping to be a serial motherfucker."Mom slid her fingers down my belly and took m... dick in her hand. It had been so hard for so long and I had come so many times, that day, that it ached, like any overused muscle. But it did it's best to respond to her touch, despite the pain.It was probably a good thing that Kristin made an appearance at that point. Otherwise, I might have done some damage to the poor thing."Let me in,". I am going to make you scream my name as you cum, but right now I need you to be really quiet while I make you cum with my fingers, OK?” Your eyes are wide, your mouth open and breathless, and you nod, eagerly. Your hand presses my head back down to your bullet-hard nipple and I feel your pelvis starting to rock in time with my fingers, which are now buried deep inside you. Your juices are flowing deliciously now and I feel them flowing down my fingers into my palm and over my cupped wrist. My. Tony munched a few of his fries, ate the frosty, and tried to think about nothing. Half an hour later, he pulled up in front of the old converted Victorian. In the Cavalier, the smell of cannabis filled the air. Under it was the faint scent of burger grease, and somewhere more like a memory than an actual smell was the scent of the young lady, Alice. It was almost a taste on the back of Tony's tongue. Almost a flavor... He inhaled and imagined the intoxicating scent of her sweat, the faint. “But… the kids?” he mentioned, the sense of being caught causing his cock to lift and push against the wet pussy through the thick fabrics of their clothing. She felt this, growling seductively as she grinded her pelvis against his, the denim-against-denim making a growling sound of its own, as Tom pushed the shirt off her shoulders, the white material flowing gracefully to the ground as Lynette pulled the red top she was wearing underneath up and over her head. She was now in just a pale pink,.