‘We over budgeted for traffic,’ Jovita explained. ‘Mom, everyone, this is my girlfriend, Hanna.’ The family waved hello to Hanna as Jovita rat...led of the names of her sundry relatives. ‘Where’s dad and grandma?’ ‘Dad’s carving the turkey, and grandma is finishing up the pastries,’ Jovita’s mother replied. Hanna presented the pie she held, ‘We brought this for dessert.’ ‘Thank you,’ Jovita’s mom said as she took the offering. ‘Make yourselves at home. We’ll be starting dinner in a few minutes,’. Still gripping Tim’s shoulder for support, Sam bent to remove her boot, smiling at the pair with a vague wistfulness. Both men suddenly went rigid, eyes popping wide. No mistaking the sharp intakes of breath, nor the tightened grip on the rifles. Sam had not-inadvertently given them an eyeful of her unrestrained breasts. Making sure they continued to ogle her the further thirty seconds it took to remove, knock out her boot, and replace it, she stood erect and dusted her hands. Tim’s expression. She'd come all over him then, loudly, uncaring who heard, if anyone saw. Her orgasm hadn't abated until after he'd grunted and sworn, emptying himself into her well used snatch. They had stayed there, her cheek pressed against the rough brick, both panting and sweating after their wild rut. Then, Marissa had been galvanized into panicked action when Benji leaned in and whispered, “Fuck, Mrs. Weiss. I just knew there was a desperate slut under all that polish.” She was mortified, in the grip of. He then grabbed me roughly by my arm and led me over to a area where he threw a blanket down on the floor, never letting go of my arm, mind you, and then pushed me down on my stomach. then he lay on top of me and began to hump on top of my booty. and before i knew it, he went in for the "kill". as his "log" went up in me-non stop-i began to cry & beg. i could tell he wanted me badly, because he was breathing had. he took a hand and put it over my mouth and stuck that dick up in me inch by.