As I was about to get out of my car a familiar voice hailed me and there was Helena, but this was Not the Helena Wazlowski I,d known this was a statue...que blonde in skin tight jeans that seemed painted on her amazing butt, a tight halter top just holding her big tits in, sandals, dark glasses and shiny expensive looking hand bag. “Helena where the devil did you spring from?” I genuinely greeted her. “Haven,t seen your beautiful person since just before graduation!” “Oh much has happened to this. How ... you disgusting fucking bastard!" Emily cried out. Her face burned hotly, from shame and embarrassment. "That's ... what did you ... I don't ... what did you do to Mom?!?!?!?" Emily, sweetie?" Chelsea asked. She pulled her mouth away from her son's stiff cock, still stroking it with her hand, turning to look at her daughter. She appeared puzzled by her daughter's outburst. "What's the matter? There's no need to get angry with Jack. He loves you." Mom," Jack said gently, looking down at. As both are now basically fucking your face … Ok lady H time to really play. Lets still see if you can take it … they both pull there cocks out and the other ones lifts you to your feet then makes you stand up right. Open your legs and stand still we need to feel the goods first. He says. Both men pass round you, one squeezes your nipples. (Always loved these beauties. he says). The second runs his hands around your pussy. Oh yes. Getting wet. , He then rips the front of the body stocking. She see’s you. But she doesn’t care. She loves it.They lead her over to a table her skirt now hitched up around her waist. her blouse open, and her knickers in tatters around her ankles. Leaning back on the table, trousers now round his ankles is the waiter, his big stiff cock acting like a magnet to your wife’s pussy. She mounts the table losing her knickers, and slides onto his stiff pole.Leaning forward she has the pick of at least three cocks she can choose to suck. And even more to.