The rhythm fit the music of the sounds we made to tell each other what we felt. We felt, and we felt, and we felt. Inside my mother’s pussy, I under...tood a line from a song that seemed meaningless when I first heard it, “Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there.” How could anything be better than the love we were making at that moment? My mother pulled me from behind to lift more of herself onto my cock. She let out a long moan, and we stayed locked where I was. I'll take my jeans off so I can reach my clit while my mouth makes love to you. The thought of giving you that pleasure has my button as hard as you are."Joe put a disappointed look on his face."Don't worry, making you happy will be enough to get me over the edge. You'll be making love to me while I make love to you." she said with a grin as she stood up and unsnapped her jeans.As she peeled them down Joe saw her white full panty that she called "old lady drawers" that she normally wore during. "This is my fun box,” she said, bringing it back to the bed. I wondered what else was hidden inside as Justine rummaged. Justine caught me staring at the pornos. “There’s nothing in there as dirty as what we’re doing right now.” Sensory overload threatened to tumble me into an orgasm when Justine’s finger sank back into my arse; it was hot and cold at the same time – exquisite torture as she fucked me hard and fast. Whether she was annoyed at me for looking at the magazines, or confident now. Eventually I began to run out of steam. ‘Enough already, you’ll wear me out,’ I told her. Sylvia smiled broadly. ‘Sorry, but I love the subject.’ ‘You’ll have plenty of time to get to grips with it,’ I assured her. The weather had worsened outside with the snow falling heavily and the sky leaden and dark. Sylvia lit a number of candles filling the room with a cosy glow. I couldn’t think of anything more pleasant than sitting safe and warm inside while outside it was cold and inhospitable. ‘Can.