Ayse honto ka ishara ki maano uske mann mein kafi shararat ho.Woh mere neeche dekhi aur mere short par bane ubhaar ko pakad use apne taraf kheech mujh... apne paas kheech li. Iske baad hamne kuch na dekha aur ek dusre ko honto se hont chumna shuru kar diye. Bhawna mujhe kheechti hui khud darwaze par peeth laga ke tik gayi.Fir hum pagalo ki tarah ek dusre ko choomne lage. Honto se hont, jeeb se jeeb takrate hue, kabhi woh apni jeeb mere muh mein dhakelti to kabhi meri jeeb ko choosti hui apne muh. THANK GOD there were no stains on her dress. She peeled off her panties and pulled the handky from between her cheeks. It was covered in his cum and her own juices. As she unfolded it she saw the initial AS embroidered in the corner. She showered, washing the sticky remains of the coupling from between her legs and around her anus. As her finger slipped over it with the silky touch of soap, she remembered his fat knob rubbing her there. Her mind replayed what she had allowed – encouraged –. "Just going to take a piss. Go to sleep," was his standard response. I lay in bed waiting to see how how it took for him to return. I fought off the urge to sleep. A very long period passed before he did return. Sometimes I fell asleep and found his bed empty. All these elements started to accumulate in my mind. I was determined to find out the truth. I was simulateneously disgusted and aroused by the thought of Matthew fucking our own mother. Mom is a pain woman, beautiful in her way. She has. He fucked my from behind and then called me over to the chair. The blonde sat watching on the bed with a keen smile, waiting his turn.The tall guy sat on the chair and pulled me over to sit on his dick reverse cowboy. He fucked me so hard from the bottom I had to hold my balls from getting slapped. I blonde came over and started to talk dirty again. "Stretch that little ass, feel that cock," he said.The blonde started to jerk me off and then made me cum with his dirty talk. I jazzed right.