Needing to be gone, she spoke up again as she frantically gathered her clothes, "I'm just to excuse myself, now. You don't need any help cleaning that...up, right?" She smiled calmly at him as she said it, despite the rushed way she lurched from possession to possession, stuffing them in her purse.She dressed in the fewest articles of clothing possible while he laid their chasing control of his breath and not protesting. She bent down to pick up her toy, kissed the air in his general direction,. Debby rocked and bucked and ground her ass wantonly back against her son's squirting cock. He was buried full length in her hot clinging rectum as he came and Debby began to moan passionately, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out too loudly.Again and again, his virile young balls lurched in their tight sack and again and again he erupted inside his mother's tortured anus. Debby felt as if she were lost in a world of orgasmic pleasure, unending pleasure, a world that revolved around. But I had to get some situational awareness to decide how seriously I wanted to fuck him up. I had to literally fight the wind all the way to the front porch and I was soaked when I got there. But my wife was being violated in that house and her pain completely obliterated any effects of the storm.Janet was groaning loudly and humidly as I neared the bedroom. She was making explicit suggestions about how long and hard shithead had to pound her. And she was also singing the praises of his big. She wanted Dean to know that she was not as inexperienced as her mother might want to believe. Laetitia and Roland, classmates, had found themselves at a student get-together one night. Her friend, Rochelle, had dragged her away from her books for her own good. Laetitia had worked with Roland on lab projects before, so they found themselves talking easily– perhaps helped along by the cheap red wine which flowed so abundantly. She found his attempts at petting to be an enjoyable, if also.