She was now as fully committed to this as she had been to fuck her son last night.After removing her mother's blouse and bra, Cindy gently pulled Beck... back onto the bed and slid around to face her mother. Becky came as her daughter climbed on top of her and straddled her hips. Still kissing each other, Becky let her own hands roam over her daughter's body. She ran her hands under the back of Cindy's shirt and felt the muscles of her back. Cindy began to move her hips around to dry hump her. She emerged into her many million dollar home, walking through the impressive open plan kitchen and past her r-shaped black leather sofa to the front door – still stark naked. Juan soon appeared, clothed behind her, kissing her a final time on the lips before leaving, waving politely. As Juan sped off in his battered pickup, Claire perched herself on the arm of the couch. She looked back over her shoulder at the trails of glossy cum and laughed to herself with a smug look crossing her face. She. They were plenty scary and a touch on the gross side, considering Bruce and his buddies had started doing them in high school. They'd proved such a fun thing that the kids had come home from college to put them on. But they hadn't been held the last couple years; Bruce was a couple classes ahead of Duane, and now was married, had kids, and a job too far away to consider continuing what had become a middling Bradford tradition. The rest of his buddies had drifted on to jobs, marriage, and other. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to ask that burning question.“Why did you talk to me Geri?”“Being honest Jessica, I was curious about you and wanted to be friendly.”We ordered a bottle of wine and moved to a table to talk more. As the wine flowed, Geri asked more and more personal questions; finding out just how far I’d been with men. I got a thrill from the shock on her face when she found out I’d been fucked. By our third bottle of wine we had easily slipped into girls out on the town.