Nick turned with his back to his father, who grabbed more soap. He ran his hands over his back and to his shoulders, massaging them gently. Nick’s d...d nuzzled his neck a bit and Nick leaned back to allow him more access. After kissing his son’s neck, he ran his hand down to the boy’s ass, rubbing it gently. His thumb pressed against Nick’s asshole, causing him to gasp. After soaping up his son’s hole, Clara’s dad moved his hand to Nick’s penis, gently stroking it.Clara watched, growing more. She decided finally to allow him to set the pace and she would make decisions on things as they came up. In spite of her vivid fantasy life, Sandy had calmed down quite a bit from her early high school days. She hadn't had a serious relationship in the past year and a half and, other than several isolated instances of heavy petting, involving only fingers and tongues, she'd confined herself to innocent cock-teasing. Sandy had actually had complete sex with only eight guys in her life, all of. She began moving again, fucking me slowly at first, a shallow back and forth that gradually built in speed and depth.I surrendered to the sensations. I flowed with the steady rhythm of her thrusts until it felt like we were not two people, but separate parts of some strange creation, a living machine where her piston drove forward and back, reaching deep into my very being.At one point, she slowed as she drew back and squeezed more lube on the shaft. And then she just kept fucking my ass with. She was cumming and sucked hungrily on my hard cock. I was so turned on watching this young Indian dude licking my woman as she was cumming on his tongue. She was pushing herself into his mouth. Every now and again he would stop and look into her pussy. Then he would put a finger or two inside of her and lick her clit. She was moaning loud and you could hear the crescendo of her orgasm as it racked her body. He stopped and moved up to suckle at her nipples again. And then he moved up toward.