Mom gasped, "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" andI felt her pussy throbbing and squeezing my cock, and I fucked her even harderand faster. Just as my ...ad walked into the kitchen I started cumming. "OhMommy!" I gasped, and she knew I was cumming and she started too. I shot myfirst load into her clenched pussy and she started screaming and sobbing as herclimax took control. Everytime I pounded my cock into her depths and shot morecum in her she screamed again.My dad knew what was going on and. The men flirted and I kept buying drinks and the girls got horny. Soon we called a cab and went home. The girls were so wasted the cab driver had to help me carry them in the house. Once in I tipped the driver and Jenny help the rest of the way. We guided them to the bed and we removed their tops, and then the mini skirts. Neither woman was wearing bras or panties, they were both face down on the bed with their legs spread just wide enough to give one a shot of beaver. Jenny commented on how. ”“Oh,” Diana said with a giggle, “if he does that, the girl will have to be brought to breakfast on a stretcher.”Frustrated, Jeff went to the basement to load a hand truck with a case of .45 ammunition and his cleaning kit. At the range house, he began carrying steel popup targets to the range where he set them up.A while later, he was taking out his frustration by firing at the targets, the ring when the bullets struck somehow helping with his gathering frustration. Besides, his wives weren’t. I ran my finger over it then inspected everything about the panty. I folded it back up and placed it exactly where it came from. My little cock was throbbing so hard yet I had to take my time. In the center of the drawer was what I knew were brassieres (I heard my mom talking to Aunt Carol about “my brassieres are getting so worn,” and Aunt Carol said, “we should go bra shopping.”)So I guessed it could be called either. I picked it up and felt the elastic back and what I later learned were.