I spread my hands over her lovely thighs and grab her ass as she raises and lowers herself. If I was in control, I would be thrusting faster by now. ...But Tabatha maintains a slow, grinding pace that is almost hypnotic in the dark. Finally, I just relax and let her do what she wants with me. I am not fucking her. She is fucking me.That simple act of relaxing and letting go seems to allow even more blood to flow into my cock. I can feel the eye of my cock flaring open deep inside Tabatha’s. Clearly both she and her mother were blissfully unaware! The mother gazing out at the admittedly pleasant spring bedecked passing countryside.I sprawled back in the seat by the window and thought nothing more about it until glancing round I noticed the girl surreptitiously looking down at my shorts and realised that the way that I was sitting (and never wearing pants) she was looking at the gap between my shorts and my thigh and was either actually seeing or trying to see my cock. I tried to. I picked her up, taking her back to the bed. She gripped me as we kissed, not breaking her lip lock on me, her tongue darting into my mouth. This little girl loved to kiss, and every one was hot and passionate. As she lay back on the bed, my weight pressed her into the mattress, and for the first time she pulled her lips from mine.“Just kiss me there like you did them”, she cried. “Please don’t rape me!”“It’s ok, pretty girl,” I rasped. I kissed her again, and she trembled in my arms. “I’ll. She wanted to look away but, somehow, she could not tear her eyes away from the disgusting scene being played out before her.Worse was to come. After her daughter had obviously cum, she watched in sick fascination as, without to much urging, her daughter dived between the black woman's thighs and began to return the favour. She felt her bile rise as the woman put her hands on Diane's head and urged her on with sighs and cries of pleasure."Now there's a hot sight," a voice said beside.