Mom rolled onto her back, and Ashleigh collapsed on her face, her hips bucking in time with my Mom. My cock was deep in Grace’s ass, I built up spee... as I took a nipple in one hand. “OOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, FUCK, OH FUCK, OH, FUCK, OOOOOOOOUUUUUUHHHHHHAAAA” Both girls came together, Grace’s knees bucking again, my hold on her tits kept her upright.Both Girls lay panting on the floor, their pussies flowing with a mix of their juices and my cum.“SHIT, we’d better get. "Johnny laughed a bit nervously. "We never used to say those words, Mother, not to each other." But we can do anything we want now, say anything we want," she assured him. "Now that you know what I need, what kind of woman I am, we are going to really have a ball." You sure enjoy being forced," he said."Mmmmmm, I love it!" Don't they call that domination, Mother?" They can call it anything they want, I just know what I like. When it comes to sex, a hard cock and your mother's wet cunt, anything. In his previous working career--actually, ever since he had attended and graduated from Wharton--he had simply been 'Carl.' That's what his old friends and what Maddy--here his eyes lost focus as he reminisced briefly about their loving decade together before the divorce--had called him.Carl's late mother had called him 'C3, ' as she did not want to confuse her household, to include the domestic staff, as toward whom she was directing her usual vitriol--at his late father, J. Carlton Scott, Jr.. ” Lindsey stopped moving while she was leaning over the table and Bill got out of his seat and walked around behind her. He told her not to move as his hands went under her dress, stopped momentarily, and then came back into view. It was then that I realized that he had felt Lindsey’s thong when he grabbed her earlier and now he was sliding it down her legs only inches from my face. It was almost like he was teasing himself because he still couldn’t see her pussy, but he kept sliding them.