"I have no intention of doing that," he said. I honestly believed him. But I added at the same time that I would not ever be disappointed if there was...a time of weakness. I promised I would never be disappointed in him. I would understand. And if it happened he still needed to feel like he could talk with me. I was not laying all this out as my rules for his behavior and that all I was talking about was concern. I was not imposing anything on him.I also added my main concern was not necessarily. You never gonna be hard again''and i look at her open my panty , something pink in plastic in her handson the washer machine the older lady snapping me in cage , locking me up and adding the keys to her already full of little keys trouser''there you go, lock and ready to go back working without touching that lil cock anymore''putting the panty back over itlost and confuse , getting around the house helping her with chores she kept telling me how better i work , how good iam now we endup in the. Jordan gaped with her eyes open, as the first four waves of Cleo's cum shot over her head, and landed on the bedcovers behind her.When Cleo's cock began to slow in its pumping, Jordan's face, body and tits were drenched in the downpour. Cum rained down wetly onto Jordan, landing with enough force to splatter and paint the bedspread beneath her. Even at this stage of her orgasm, Cleo had enough power to fill Jordan with several mouthfuls of her jism, which Jordan greedily swallowed. When. It wasn’t done yet if she wanted more; I assured mom that it did not have to be over as I was swiftly getting my second wind and my mast was rising.Mother told me her favorite position was to be taken from behind, so we did it doggie. I was afforded a totally awesome view of my prick stabbing into the pink pussy of my mom, her narrow hips pushed back as I poked her slit. I felt her opening once more gripping my sword in her fleshy scabbard, the enveloping like a wave of pure pleasure as pumped.