I'm going to make my mom cum on my cock. I begin using harder and longer thrusts to achieve my goal and I can feel my moms thighs tighten around my c...ck. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she gets three labored-sounding shouts out before her body begins shaking and convulsing against me. I keep pumping my cock shaft against her gaping cunt as she orgasms and jerks in my arms. Then suddenly my tempo gets off for one thrust and I feel my entire cock length slide right up into my moms sopping cunt."UGH!" She lets. I stood up and pulled Chloe with me. I pulled her shirt completely off. I then pushed her to her knees right in front of Taylor. "Open your mouth!" I ordered.She obeyed, likely thinking I was going to have her suck my dick. Instead, I unleashed a stream of warm piss right into her open mouth."Drink it up!" I demanded. To my surprise, she did not balk at the request. Instead she closed her mouth around my cock and attempted to swallow it all. It was too much though and the piss spilled. She developed a special bond with him over a week or two so as to make the big night as successful as possible. It was a lesson she learned the hard way.In the beginning she wasn't always successful.Becca's first choice had, without question, been the huge, vicious shepherd kept in one of the larger pens. He, as were many of the residents, healthy animals cooling their paws while their owners went off on vacations. He was hands down the handsomest canine that she had ever seen at the clinic.. All characters in this story are over eighteen. — DAY 3 — MORNING DEMING, NEW MEXICO and WESTBOUND DECEMBER 30 At around six thirty in the morning, a ray of sunlight crept through the crack in the center of the heavy drapes and fell across Miss Ostiago’s eyes. She stirred and was dimly aware that she was laying in bed next to her girlfriend, cuddling up close to Yvonne’s warm, naked body. She gently ran her hand up Yvonne’s soft thigh, across her fuzzy bush and up her belly, to cup one of her.