"Laura, are you crying? Darling, what's the matter... please, come here."She moved awkwardly to the bed, to his outstretched arms, trying to brush awa... the tears on her cheeks."Oh, Johnny, it was so horrible... Ohhhh, Johnny "He jerked upright. "What?... Darling, what happened? Laura, what's the matter? Where have you been?" Oh, Johnny, it was Vito... I'm so ashamed," the words came out haltingly. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't know what to tell... Black Jack... he couldn't know about. Paul was standing by the bed watching all this and somewhat surprisingly he was still nice and firm. Jean suddenly moved, threw her legs astride me, rubbed my cock with her hairy pussy and then impaled herself on my erect member.“Is that good,” she said, “is it? Tell Paul how good it feels to be inside his mother’s pussy. Tell him how nice and wet and tight and soft it is and how it feels to have it fucking your cock.”Of course I didn’t have to; he could tell from the noises I was making just. "Ahhhhhhhh uhhh yeh! Ffff YEH! Ohh fuck yes!" he gasped.Her body lurched forward, her breasts swinging, her necklace dancing. Her buttocks writhed against his thighs. He groaned and began to fuck her with long, swift, punishing thrusts, plunging deeply and smoothly into her cunt, his hips rocking seamlessly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his armoured cock glistening black as it stroked in and out of her flesh. She rocked and swayed under him, her head tilted up, her eyes. "why do you do that?' He asked. "the only reason I'm here" was my answer. He unzipped his pants and i got down on my knees. He had a small but nice cock so I begain to suck him.It was a practice run for me and within minutes he shot his load in my mouth. "Thank you" he said, then he walked away and got in his truck and left. I followed down the hill a short time later and got in my car and went to the river end to see if any action was down that way. Once I.