Sam vanished to comply, running toward the car.Amy checked the next punk. He was lying on the ground, dividing his time by holding his broken arm and ...oaning about his broken ribs. The next punk was nursing a broken leg. Another was out cold. The way his arm was folded under him, it was no doubt broken too. Amy turned and headed for the last punk.Juan had struck his head and then slid down the wall. He was in a sitting position. These cunts were unbelievable, he thought. He reached into his. ” I groped at her exposed breast, cupping it.“Say it you cunt, say you love your son’s cock.” I insisted and pinched cruelly at her nipple.“Ohhhh God, yes, I like ….love your cock, you bastard. Are you happy now?”Now let me show my lust for you mom, let me show what a real man can do to you. I am going to show you heaven.” Saying this I laid her bed and she was spread wide for me naked and waiting.I spread her legs wide and looked at her wonderful cunt and bent down to kiss that sacred. Greeting me with the obligatory kiss on both cheeks I was engulfed in a perfume that made me giddy and instantly horny. Even in a tee shirt and jeans I could tell she was a wonderful mover.Sneaking us up the back stairs, Ali guided Jeanette and I into a spare bedroom. Jeanette's first costume was to be a tight and very short nurses outfit with stocking and high heels and mine something resembling a cops uniform but comprising of Lycra shorts, skin tight t.shirt with a badge over the right. She strutted back towards them as they put their cameras on the ground and stood looking uncertain whether this was a joke or not. She walked straight to Steve, the older cameraman who's cock was standing straight up through his zipper, throbbing with a droplet of precum oozing down the head. She dropped to her knees and sank her lips halfway down his fat 9 inch shaft. "Oh fuck, Holly" he moaned. Frank and the unknown model guy had moved from the sofa by now and were stood watching in the.