She was moaning wildly and was shouting in pleasure. I tongued her pussy and ate it in every way. Then she lies on sofa and I sat between her legs and...was eating her love pot. She was smiling laughing moaning and shouting. She pushed my head deep and put her both legs on my shoulders and I was eating her as if there is no tomorrow. Her pussy was the best I ever had. I sucked entire length and breadth of her pussy. I ate her crazily. I took the skin of pussy lips and was biting on them. Then I. "And don't YOU stop," she growled at me. I could faintly hear thelaughter of Brittany and Skye over the raucous panting, barking andyelping of Summer and myself. At that moment, I realized I had yet againsunk to a new low: I was a slave that was being mounted and fucked byanother slave. For a fleeting moment, I noticed the crowd that hadgathered around the fence to witness the bizarre spectacle: men and womenof all ages looking on with a mixture of horror, wonder and awe, as twobikini clad. With your whole hand cupping your pussy, you give it a little squeeze, pushing the heel of your palm down firmly, right on top of the hood covering your suddenly awakening clit.The girl walks to the middle of the room, her left leg brushing the covers of the bed, when the man raises his hand and tells her to stop and turn around. She does so, her skirt flaring slightly at the twirl, but quickly steeling back around her thighs, fully 2 inches above her knees. She can softly hear the man's. "Out!" she ordered as she pointed to the spot next to her. Okay. Okay. I get the message. As I stepped past her, I noticed she glanced down at my rapidly expanding dick. She grabbed a towel from the handrail and put it on the floor between us as I stood there shivering and looking like a drowned rat."But Mom," I whined, "I'm soaking wet!" It was then I saw she had the measuring beaker in her left hand which she placed next to her on the floor."Enough, Henry Peterson," she scolded, "You know the.