I have to say, it looked fucking fine on him – although I prefer him in his weatherproofs of course.) I knew that if the HOG had decided to come bac... and give me another fuck he wouldn’t have come in a car, wearing a suit – on a Thursday. He’d have motored up on his Fat Boy on Saturday, pretending he was just passing through. Although, frankly, the HOG could fucking come and fuck me any fucking day of the fucking week, if you know what I mean. A fucking suit spelt authorities and trouble. Had. When I was satisfied, I slipped my hoodie off the back of my chair. “Put this…on.” He understood, and draped it over his lap.I immediately squeezed tightly on the lump that was swelling in his lap. The cock he was hiding in there was huge, and it was already throbbing. I felt a wetness begin to condense in my panties. He closed his eyes as I teased him, letting my fingers alternate between idle drifting and ruthless stroking through his pants. Occasionally I stopped altogether so that he could. He started to trace his fingertip slowly on his mother’s asshole, which made Karen wince with delight as his fingertip was making her feel good. After this, Danny slowly squeezed a little bit more ointment onto his fingertip and slowly greased his cock with it. He also added a little more on his cock to make sure he was well greased so he would have no trouble getting it into his mother’s asshole.Danny slowly started inserting his hard cock into his mother’s asshole. The slickness of the. Ever so often Susan would bend down and lick the ass crack of one girl or another. This sent them into ecstasy. They both began to cum almost as soon as they were both impaled by the dildo. Susan could not have been happier. Soon both girls collapsed into a heap on the floor. Leaving Susan standing with the dildo in her hand. Everyone clapped and cheered. Susan took a bow and came over to me. She bent down and kissed me hard. I could still smell the sex all over her. She reached down and took a.