I couldn't help laughing too, mostly from the relief but I managed to call him a 'cruel master'.Mother popped in at that moment. "I'm not interrupting...anything am I? She tried to laugh when she saw the apology for an omelette. "It still hurts when I laugh," she said. I tried not to look at her face but couldn't help myself."Bin it Louise. Would you like to stay for lunch?" he asked Mum, "Take pot luck, Louise is going to try and make us another omelette." I'll make you one," mother offered but. Her grunts increased in pitch, volume, and speed, until Mel was making a series of loud, staccato screams. Suddenly, her body went rigid, she held her breath, and girl-cum flooded out of her all over Jon's chin and hand.Not giving her time to recover, Jon knelt between Mel's legs, lifted her hips, and rubbed his cock all along her pussy, wetting his head and shaft with her spilled juices. She responded by grabbing his meat and guiding him to her flooded opening. With one thrust, he inserted. But she’d goaded me on, too. That was a petulant fifteen-year-old talking. My eighty-year-old head told me I just got carried away thinking of V1’s time with a different Desi in a life that was ancient history.“Are you mad at me, Rache?” I asked. “I got carried away back there. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“Huh? Oh. No, not that, really. I just need to think.” She glanced down at our hands and reached out to take mine. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. We’re not breaking up or anything. I just. It was not long before the heat was too much for me and I needed a soak in the pool. When I returned Bev was chatting to a waiter at the same time she was stroking his leg ‘hi babe this is Dwayne I was going to order a cocktail what are you having’ I just asked for a beer. When he left Bev turned to me ‘isn’t he gorgeous.’ ‘guess so’ I replied. He was soon back with our drinks Bev rolled over onto her front ‘be a sweetie Dwayne and oil my back’ he poured oil on her back and started massaging it.