" No, they can't possibly, not any more," I said, as pleased withthem as she was. "But, Jan, wait. They look so dear together. Let's give them just ...nother few minutes!" They did look dear, too, our darlings. I loved watching them! Janagreed with a nod, so we just stood there and looked on, arms stillaround each other's waists, smiling gently down on our two guys. Our slimmed down, smooth-skinned, rounded out, voluptuous formerguys. Something glistening was dribbling down Pussy's. I was beside myself with delight, and trying desperately not to show it.“I guess I can manage without you … again,” I grinned as our lips met with a light touch.She pulled away smiling, “Thank you darling, let me go call her. I really don’t know what I have done to deserve you!”It was all I could do to stop myself from laughing out loud!******I had visions of a labyrinth of dark, wet, 'hostel' like cells and a heavy atmosphere held in chain adorned walls, I was not disappointed.George had. "I want you to fuck me Mark," mum said to me.I complied and leaned her back against the table. She spread her legs, showing me her hairy pussy. I guided my dick to her wet pussy, and slid the head into her. She tilted her head back and sighed as I spread her pussy with my penis and slowly filled her up. After I was buried in her, she groaned and caressed my chest and played with my nipples. I grabbed her tits and began fucking her. She made wonderfully sexy fucking noises, and her moaning and. He put his arms around her small waist, reaching down to grab the weed, their fingers intertwining. He started to pull, his arms coming up to press against her breasts, squashing them against her body. At the same time his hard cock pressed against her ass. Mrs. French pushed back, grinding her cheeks against his penis.The weed came free without warning, throwing the two backwards. Mrs. French landed on top of Sandy, her soft blonde hair falling in his face. Mrs. French lay there a moment, then.