Mom, I’ll grab the oil, and I’ll massage it on wherever the pain is.Mom smiled through her pain and closed the door to shower. Even though I had h...r sweaty bra and leggings with me, I couldn’t and didn’t feel like doing anything with it. I didn’t lick the sweat and masturbate in it. But I couldn’t resist sniffing the crotch area of Mommy’s leggings.Hmmm! Aaahh! Intoxicating! I kissed the part where my mom’s pussy was for the last hour. I proceeded to her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. The. She gave up trying to suppress the pleasure, she lust let it come. Chelsea was so horny she felt like her breasts were about to burst from her clothing. There was now a puddle of her pussy juice on the floor, and it now was starting to soak her pantyhose. She was in pure ecstasy, not caring at all anymore about her former modesty. After a while, Mr. Jones stopped, and ordered Chelsea to lie face-up on the desk. She happily obliged, and Mr. Jones soon started fucking her again. He roughly. I went in and she quickly followed. She took her pants off revealing her neon pink thong which you could barely see because her fat ass was swallowing it. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hard long cock as she smiled from ear to ear and said, “I knew it.” I proceeded to unbutton her shirt and unleash her huge tits. I sucked them like my life depended on it as she starts to take off my shirt. I lay her on the table and start to lick her pussy which was incredibly wet. She was trying to. They didn't sound like me, but there was no denying my body was longing for a return encounter with Big Bill's hulking manhood. I decided he was just a bad influence.The men grinned at each other, and Tom switched off a recorder I belatedly noticed he was holding in one hand. He pressed a few buttons and we listened to, "...because -- I fucking -- want to!" echo faintly from its small speaker."That's low, Big Bill," I told him. "Ask Hunter, or anybody; I'm always professional and I'd never.