" The mention of Ivan's wife didn't pang the way it used to and he was grateful for that, at least. He did a quick turn, skating backwards so he could...look at her while they talked. Synchronizing his stroke with hers was as easy as breathing. "Are you an ice dancer?" he asked. He wanted it to be a casual question but his hope colored it. "No. Not anymore." His eyes measured her. Long limbs. Just a few inches shorter than him on her blades. He already knew how gracefully she moved. Her. He stretched out beside her and she moaned as his hot flesh brushed against hers. For a few moments, he just lay there, his eyes searching her beautiful face.He turned a bit. And, hard and hot, his cock pressed firmly against his mother's thighs. It throbbed stiffly against her, its bulging head jerking against her. She trembled. Delicious, hot, incestuous thrills raced through her body and she realized that she was filled with even more lust now than when her daughter had been sucking her. Her arms buckled a bit, and she slipped forwards, robbing Maddie of her momentum and changing the angle of their shared toy.Both girls repositioned themselves quickly. Madison was again the first to push back, but this time Amanda was ready, and, despite another pained wail, seemed to get an equal footing with the cheerleader. Amanda’s face scrunched up in concentration and discomfort, and I wished that my viewpoint let me see Madison’s expression as she got a little bit of what she. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her teeth bit down on her lip bringing a tiny drop of blood to the surface. Deep inside her a moan began to build, clawing its way up her throat. The wave coursed through her and the rain on the window sill began to fall harder as if it knew the pleasure that she was feeling. Thunder rolled closer to her, filling her with the vibrations and rumblings. Her fingers parted her aching lips, parting them to caress the rim of her opening. She slid first one finger.