She looked at me deeply in into my eyes and said “Baby, I love you and I want to be with you always”. I said “I love you too Lauren” and with ...hat she plunged my dick all the way into her. The feeling was incredible, she was so tight. “Oh my god Mark you’re so big! I’ve never felt so full in my entire life.” Her pussy muscles gripped my cock trying to get used to the size of me. When she finally did, she started to bounce up and down on me, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. “Why did. "Yes. But I made certain that none of the pictures appeared on free sites. If anyone had paid money to see the photos, then they were unlikely to publish the fact by 'outing' one of the girls. I was actually thinking about building my own site. But that wont happen now. You mentioned the photographer. Yes, Arnold is good, but he would be happier taking your pics, Jack, than ours." She was smiling mischievously."Gay?" I asked."Like a nine bob note."Libby needed to tell me her side, although I. After five little thrusts, which Celia figured meant five ropes of semen decorating the walls of Della's baby-tube, Don slowly lowered himself down until he began to squash her breasts, when he slowly and carefully rolled them both onto their sides, keeping his prick plugged into her.That was the moment when Della could see the open doorway and her aunt leaning against it, rubbing furiously at her pussy.'Auntie!' she gasped.'Wha-! Huh?' Don rolled over, in the process yanking his prick out of. The acid-etched memory of her mother with that horrible Marlowe man blazed in her mind like a neon billboard... her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno movie... pot-bellied, balding Jerry Marlowe hunched over her, his head stuffed between her lewdly-splayed thighs, his back arching and bobbing as he salaciously licked and sucked there at the banquet-table of her naked loins! Even now, over the pounding.