As Philip drops to his knees, he washes and stares in wonder at the protruding lips from Rachael’s sex gash. Not really sure he should he decides t... ignore the aromas of fresh begging cunt. He just keeps washing. Just as he completes one leg. She surprises not just him. But Sarah too by showing off how flexable she is. Her foot rises out to the side and just keeps going. It finally stops. Her thigh pressing her ribs. Her knee at her nipple. Calf at her cheek. That closed crease is now. The bedroom door was half open, which meant I had to get a little closer to see what was going on, but the closer I got the more I could get the soft moans. I looked inside, and mum had a fully naked Brandon handcuffed to the headboard of her bed. She was wearing nothing more than her favourite pair of crotchless panties, and was 69'ing him, her big tits falling around his cock which was forcefully entering and exiting her mouth."You're a naughty, naughty boy, aren't you?" she kept saying to. I took a drink. "Yes, a superb taste and always plenty of people willing to break the law. How much do we have that's ready?" "Come and see," he invited me, strutting back into another room. I got sight of my ten workers brewing alcohol and loading it into barrels. I looked towards the side and saw at least twenty full barrels. "Nice, and has anyone asked any questions?" "No, we've been careful, sir. We still have the federal government agents that are looking for anything suspicious. Luckily. On Melissa’s left was a large French window, barely capable of keeping the wind out; air hissed through the gaps and yet, Melissa did not feel the cold.To her right was a very large gold-encrusted ornate mirror that supplied excellent views of the bed, the window and beyond.Melissa stared at the bed and she knew.Stepping around the small table in front of her, she walked to the end of the bed and stopped at the foot of it. On her way, a cork bottle top skidded along the floor making snake-like.