"Her fingers clamped harder on her pulsing nipples as she pulled and twisted them. David's lips were drawn back into a desperate grimace, but as his m...ther watched them draw tight, she couldn't stop feeling them in her mind, ravenously sucking the rigid tips of her heavy breasts, traveling across her skin in moist, scuttling nips as he sought to devour her body.His fist was moving faster, pumping harder along the jutting length of his rock-hard stalk. His hips were making a little see-saw. This was something Yui had been wanting to explore with someone, and it seemed like Dina was someone who would certainly appreciate it.On a midweek night, after a softcore lesbian photoshoot with Sana, the two headed to Bar Hers, where Yui had by now become well known for her beauty.After some cocktails and chatting with other friends, an older woman, whom everyone seemed to know had joined their group. She was probably in her 40s, attractive in a very natural way, and very buxom. Sana. . still calling out so he’d know I was there.When I got to the top of the stairs, it smelled like I’d walked into a whorehouse. I felt embarrassed, figuring that I must have come along at an inopportune time but I was there so I called out two or three more times. There was no answer so I looked in your room and saw the bed all torn up so it sure looked like the two of you’d had one hell of a fuck-fest and then gone out somewhere but forgot to close and lock the door. I knew you’d be. Eric met her eyes at last and she saw such a wounded look that she stopped her hand in mid-air between them. “Eric?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?” He held her gaze for a moment, and then made an attempt at his old haphazard smile. It was a poor replica of his usual grin but Tracy let it go. “I’m okay,” he said. “Soup sounds good. Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you on the couch in two minutes.” Tracy nodded, accepting his lie. Once they were settled with the hot soup mugs, Tracy got up the.