After a few tears speckled my face, she put her head down into my sheets beside my ear.“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I didn’t know.”Her cryin... was very conflicting. I had always wanted to be there for her and comfort her tears, but now, she was crying because of me; I was the source of her tears.“Do you still like me?” she muffled into my mattress.“I don’t have a choice, I tried not liking you but it’s impossible, you’re a necessity; you can’t just forget to breathe or not like doing it, it’s. My mom’s thigh was red and so was her face and boobs. It was so hot. I could see them sweating. Then suddenly he paced up. He started fucking rapidly and my mom was moaning so hard.She was shouting “Maza aa raha hain, aur tez aur tez.” It was so erotic to watch and listen. I could hear the moans for straight half an hour. Then he stopped and asked mom whether he should cum inside her. She said yes and again he continued pumping. Both of them were at the peak of cumming and he cummed inside. “We’ll have to pass the time another way.”Lindsay put her hand on my right thigh, sliding it up to my crotch. My cock was already twitching from her earlier show of skin.“Well. Are you going to make me pull it out?” she asked, rubbing my cock through my pants.I undid my pants, pushing them down to my knees. In the last half hour, not a single car passed us. No sooner did I get my pants down, about seven cars drove by. Lindsay didn’t see them, her eyes were looking at my cock. I recall one guy. His hand is at the nape of my neck, keeping me on task, his cock leisurely fucking its way in and out of my mouth. I hear somewhere her glasses landing on a bedside stand, then her mouth is kissing my bare ass cheeks, her teeth nibbling gently into the flesh. I arch my back, his dick sliding out for a moment against my chin, a tiny tear of precum just kissing my slick lips, and then I plunge my mouth back down upon him as her own hand cups my mons through the thong, as though to renew my faith.