Then she spoke in a low voice, slow and clear as if speaking to a child, "So many questions. Why can't the young ones just say 'yes mother' or 'thank ...ou mother'?"She continued, "Wasn't it you who called me in the first place?"Huh? I did?"You have questions, do you not? I just happened to be the one who heard it. I am also about the only one who got the answers and willing to answer your questions for you. That was why I brought you here."Mother continued, a slight annoyance can be heard from. I continued to pound her from behind for another couple of minutes while she gasped and moaned into the pillow. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer. With a long loud growl, I filled the rubber. I grabbed it so I wouldn't leave it in her tight pussy as I pulled out. I fell onto my back lying next to her. The contents of the rubber were running out all over my deflating cock and balls. Jolene scooted over to rest her head on my shoulder. We both just rested there until our respiration and. Others had gathered around, and started shouting words of encouragement. I heard a scraping noise, and saw the table being dragged away from the wall. Many hands were pushing him onto it on his back, his ankles still trapped in his shorts and trousers. His cries and pleas were in vain, as the ladies were now totally in control. His cock was as solid as a rock, firmly in a woman’s grip. The head disappeared into the mouth of one lady, shortly to reappear before another taking in her mouth.. As she stretched across the bucket seats, Angela gave both officers a great view of the best breasts a Beverly Hills surgeon could offer. It was a pity, she thought, that the view was wasted."It's got to be in here somewhere." Angela said as she pushed aside a large assortment of junk. "Here it is." she cried out as she pulled a small leather packet from the back of the compartment.As she pulled her hand out, her bracelet caught on another packet and pulled it out as well. As her hand emerged.