“But how does he fuck my darling?” Lucinda enquired.“How should I know, I have nothing with which to compare hims save a broom handle,” she an...wered.“Good lord was I your first?” I asked.“Of course!” she replied.“No ‘Of course’ about it, you were fucking Lucinda as I came in, you looked every inch a whore so how the devil am I supposed to know,” I fumed, “Am I supposed to ask every wench ‘Are you pure’ before I pleasure them?”“No but a bye your leave would be a sound starting point,” Lucinda. I pulled at her hair, she scratched my back. We fumbled and writhed over each other as the shower continued to roar in the other room. I finally stopped my ferocious fucking and eased my shaft into her. I grabbed at her hair and she clutched at my nape where my hair met my neck. Her vagina made a sudden, loud squelch. Her mouth opened wide, but not to kiss me, to breathe hard into my face, her lower teeth catching on my chin. She squeezed her eyes closed and gave sudden "Mm"s each time I nearly. I pulled it out and closed the fridge door with my right bare foot. I placed the pie into the microwave for forty seconds and pulled it back out when it beeped. I set it on the low counter and tested it with my left index finger. It was warm and moist. A dirty and horny thought came to mind after recalling the apple pie scene from the American Pie movie. I inserted two of my fingers into the centre of the pie and turned them clockwise. I felt my cock growing with arousal as I imagined my step. Chris gave his cock a squeeze and a drop of clear precum flowed out of the slit in his cock head. "She's so hot I stay hard the whole time I'm over there. And no... we haven't even kissed." He held out his hand, inviting his mother to come closer."Oh no you don't. I'm going to eat a quick dinner and then go over to the school." Heather was going to attend a meet and greet for parents and teachers, and she knew that if Chris got his hands on her body she'd never get there on time."Oh Mother, you.