I glanced up to see carol working his huge cock with her tongue and lips as if to savor every second she had it in her hands and mouth. ... Knowing it was time to switch again, and hoping I could hold on for a few more minutes I got on Carol’s right side as Greg again mounted my wife. This time he entered a little quicker and his coordinated thrusts were much harder and slightly quicker. I could swear she was coming over and over during my best friends assault. I would reach over. "I'm not talking about gently, mom. I'm saying that some girls hate having their hair pulled in any way, and others can't get enough of it." I pulled my hands up so that her face was level with my own. I was drunk, and I was looking into my my mother's sexy eyes, glowing blue from the light of the t.v."I've learned that those that like to have their hair pulled, like to be pushed into things. Forced into things." When I twisted my hands this time, there was no place for her hair to go. "I've. I was just calculating how high the sun had reached, when Helen turned, looked at me, and laughing, we grappled together intimately, each pleasuring the other. Then we bathed under the waterfall with its early morning chill and finished off Helen’s snacks.I sketched the waterfall, with and without a naked naughtily posed Helen. She surprised me by giggling, “Do a special one for Jamie. That will show him exactly where you’ve been.”It felt almost sacrilegious to put our clothes on. We drove back. Doesn't mean I'm going to let you off that easily though! Get up and lay down on your bed." She ordered pointing towards the rack. I did as I was told.She strapped my wrists and ankles into the restraints as I laid flat on the rack, thankfully she didn't stretch my body out like usual when she had me tied down on it. "Comfy?" She asked."Yes thank you, Mistress." I nodded."Good," She replied smiling, "Wait here just got to get something, don't you go anywhere now!" She teased as she made her way.