W . . . What, what do you mean?” mom stumbled to reply, shocked that I just asked her to take her clothes off.“You just told me I’ve got nothing...to be embarrassed about being naked in front of you, so why don’t you practice what you preach.?” I replied.Mom still half bent then said..“Don’t be so bloody rude and open the door, you’re my son, I’m not getting undressed in front of you.” mom said then carried on.“Besides you’re too young to see a grown woman naked, . . . they’ll be plenty of time. I was moaning in pleasure while the other guys watched in amazement at how devoted I was. The guy that had just had me, put his cock back in my mouth as I cleaned his cum off of it. Then I felt another guy behind me. It was the first guy I had taken, pushing his cock against my ass. Trying to get his cock back in there with Sam's. Sam backed his cock out a little while they tried to DP me. Then the heavier guy reached up into my face with that little jar again and told me to sniff as hard. Our bodies fit perfectly together as he starts to pound my pussy hard in the missionary position just like I remember and love. I scream "yes fuck me hard, you fuck me so good!" "don't stop!" as he jackhammers away with his big thick dick filling my wet hole and pushing and hitting spots my husband never could. It's the kind of fucking that takes you to another place, you let your head fall back and give in to the motions. "Fuck yes" he says as he starts to grunt and moan, not stopping for a. There was much rejoicing and fussing when Mataoka and our babies came among the Indian host. Mataoka had put on her English clothes for the occasion, and many reached out to pat and stroke her long, dark hair that flowed down the back of her tight, white blouse and touched the top of her tight, long, black skirt.Walla stood aside, watching the trail back, warily, as the other women described the looming battle. They had been tipped off that a large group of the underemployed men in town were.