Justin lost it. He pushed Sarah roughly down onto the furs underneath them. He spead her legs wide, kissing her almost savagely in his need. His finge...s pinched her nipples and tugged hard, drawing high pitched moans from her. He sat back on his heels and studyed her. Her high, firm breasts, flat stomach and long long legs. Nestled between them was the object of his desire. She didn't have any hair down there. Justin was thankful, it'd make it that much easire to suck her and for her to feel. “Hmmm?” she prompted as she pulled on my swinging tits with her other hand. “What a little tramp you’re turning out to be.” Smack, smack, rub. “I wonder what your father would say if he knew what a fine little trollop his darling girl has become.” Her query triggered my overly fertile imagination to create a picture of my father’s shocked face if he walked in and caught me now, my tutor’s juices still shining wetly on my face as she spanked me, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I. “No, you don’t need to do that my love, I can smell your lovely scent, and I would like them to smell you as well. And I’m sure he is going to love to taste, and fuck you, like his wife did,” I assure her. Just as I’ve finished licking what’s left of my wife’s cum off my fingers, there is a knock at the door. The two of us approach the front door, and I open it. It’s our neighbours, Chris and Irene. Chris says hello to me, and shakes my hand. Then he walks in and introduces himself to. Back at my house I beat off watching my cell phone video fucking Morgan. Grabbing on to that tight ass while fucking her young pussy. Jamming her up against the sink. Thinking of the guys listening to us. What did they think when we walked out, me fucking this young hot bitch. I met Morgan again the next day. Could we dare go back to the same place? No, but we found a secluded park picnic table. Morgan sat up on the end of the table. The invitation was obvious. “Morgan, out in the.