He could squeeze her butt cheek and pull her tighter against him.Jake had never felt so aroused. He was in Cheryl’s sweet, welcoming cunt, and it wa... clutching around him. He was on the verge, had been on the verge forever. He could not, however, go over.He drove though her spasms. Then he drove through her relaxation. He was too aroused to stop, and he was just short of the point of orgasm.“Darling,” he groaned.“Yes,” she sighed. She slipped one hand around his waist and down to his pumping. It was unlocked! I continued pushing the door, slowly. First, open an inch, and then two, until finally it was ajar about six inches, and I looked around the door.I was met an awesome sight. My beautiful mom, naked, was straddling my dad's face, which was completely buried under her fat arse. My dad was sticking his tongue into my mother's tight pussy, and slapping her milky, white fleshy, fat arse cheeks, as he did so. Her beautiful soft boobs dangled down. She was loving every second of it.. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn't matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across from each other. You were wearing your green top, the one you have on in the picture you sent me. When I see you in my mind, you're wearing that top, which isn't surprising, since that's the only image of you I have. In some of my dreams (both day. I heard a bit of static, then a "click" and her voice, tinny from the cheap speakers, was in my ears."Stand and strip."I struggled to my feet, slightly disoriented by the hood. Pins and needles shot though my legs as the blood flow was re-established. I had been on my knees a long time. I had not groveled that much lately and wasn't used to the position. I took off my clothes and dropped them on the floor. I stood before her naked when I finished. I didn't know what to do with my hands and they.