And I gasped every single time he shoved inside me.Sweat coated both of us. I could hear Michael's unrestrained groan or grunt once in a while. His ha...ds on both sides on my hips, held me in place. My forearms supported my weight on the hay floor. My boobs moved with every thrust he gave me. I could see his eyes riveted with them. He loved my boobs. He said they were like melons that were about to be plucked and eaten up.Leaning on my back, he removed his hands from my hips and brought one on. Brute is licking at the open gash and by his face thoroughly enjoying the taste. It is a lovely sweet cunt. So he can get better access, Maureen’s left hand holds the lips of it apart.The ministrations behind Duke’s sheath is having its affect as a bright red lipstick appears and then his cock starts extending. Maureen shuffles herself forward until she can get the cock near enough to her mouth to lick it.The cameras are catching all this, recording every nasty detail.Maureen is enjoying this. He used to behave very nicely too, would smile at me or the others and say “Good morning” etc but would never go beyond that. All in all, as I said, a “nice” guy. Or so I thought for a while.Being a 1BHK flat, space was a constraint – we had a clothes line outside the bedroom window and I used to hand my clothes for drying after the daily washing. Normal, no? The bedroom was was adjacent to Prakash’s flat and he, too, used to hang his clothes out to dry. One day I noticed that my inner-wear. Can I get either of you something to drink?" Beer if you have it." John shook his hand firmly and tried to make a good impression by looking him in the eyes and smiling warmly. "Hi Aunt Lisa." He waved to Mom standing near the sliding glass door with a plate of raw steaks."Nothing for me, thanks." I gave Chris a hug and crossed over to give Mom a peck on the cheek. "Hi Mom. I'm glad to see you." Hi Kate. I forgot to mention how much I liked your haircut yesterday." She smiled, but the red spots.