.. fast enough that her shaking the bed would’ve awoken me, had I actually been asleep. I could tell by the sound of things that she was getting wet...er. When she was really turned on and in a sitting position, she would squirt, not soaking the bed, but just a little splash here and there. Her breathing got faster, her mouth was open. She watched herself rubbing her clit as if she were either amazed or horrified by how good it felt, but I could tell she had indeed done this before. She began. Fuck it felt good. Her pussy hugged every inch of me as she slowly picked up the pace. Our kiss ended as she nuzzled into my neck and shoulder. Moaning louder as she began to fuck me harder. I reached down and grabbed a handful of each ass and helped her slam down onto me. After several minutes at a slow and steady pace my mom sat up “ok baby, fuck me.” That was all I needed to hear and started to buck my hips upward and I pulled her down onto me. We started fucking like crazy. My mom was. I was busy trying to catch my breath, but he pulled me up by my arm and took me to one of the toilet stalls. “Someone’s coming” he said, as he followed behind me into the stall. He was right, there was someone coming, I could hear the shower running and it was only a matter of time before he came into the locker room, but Daniel wasn’t done with me… In the stall, he turned me around and pushed me over so that I was leaning with my butt presented to him. He groped me, squeezing and giving me a. I've a degree of Autism about me in that respect. It's always some days or weeks, sometimes years later I'll think about the situation and a light will go off.. `ohhhh, she wanted me to....' (long, drawn sigh) ah well.When the fog of lust descendsStill, I've had a great time through the years. These are a few things that spring to mind - When the fog of lust descends and morals are forgotten and ignored I go wherever my cock takes me. I've had lots of threesomes with couples I've met through.