Their mouths were clamped together as they readjusted so that Carol was kneeling in front of Denise her breasts held in each hand, nipples pinched bet...een thumb and fore finger.They stood still joined lip to lip, tongue to tongue. Robes slid off to land at their feet, forgotten. Denise’s arms slipped around Carol’s waist and grasped her buttocks, nails digging into flesh, making small dents and separating her cheeks a little. She pulled Carol to her, their bodies melding into a seamless. Moments later, Bull climaxed, his hot feral load spurting deep into her womb, as he grunted with relief and pleasure. Her powerful cunt muscles didn’t let up, contracting and relaxing, contracting and relaxing, until he was finally pumped dry, and his cock began to soften and shrivel. With a reluctant sigh, Bull withdrew his soft, wet penis. ‘I hope you enjoyed that fucking, darling?’ he murmured into her shell-like ear. ‘It might just be your last?’ With that, he stepped back and pulled up his. Mom says, The last douche he bought was strawberry flavored. Rachel has a questioning look, and she turns to me she asked, Do you like strawberries? I answer and then ask, Yes I do. Why? Rachel looks back at my Mom and asks, You still got that douche. Dad is shaking his head no. Mom breaks out in to laughter. And I say, Apparently Im not the only one who likes strawberries. Moms face turns red before she asks, Honey, would you go back to the drugstore for me? Laughing Dad says, Only if you. I did not trust myself to say anything, as it would probably sound like a croak coming from my dry throat at the moment."Ron," she said. I noticed that she did not call me Ron Jon this time. She knew this was some serious shit. "Are you trying to tell me that our mother has been sexting?"We all had friends that had gotten caught up in the fad of sending text messages either through IM clients on the computer or through cell phones. Texting was very convenient for staying in touch with friends.