. Yeah," I nodded into the phone. "Of course, but..." Cool!" she laughed again. "Breakfast at Tiffany's. I'll bring my sleeping bag." Sleeping bag?" T...at's a joke," she told me. "We'll sleep in your mom's bed." We will?" She won't be needing it tonight, believe me!" Oh." Here..." Huh?" Tiffany?" Mom's voice made me jerk up a little."Hi Mom." Michael and I are going out tonight," she told me. "Is that okay for you? Will you be alright?" Yeah," I shrugged."We'll probably be out kind of late,. I soaped her love button to moans of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her love hole to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.“Fuck me Andy! Fuck me!” she yelled. I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my fingers in the back as best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with Cinnamon gasping for. “It’s the best music ever produced,” said Amanda.“Mamma tried to teach my sisters and me how they danced, back then, but we never really caught on.”“I suppose you like Rock and Roll,” said Amanda, her voice dark.“I’m not much on Elvis, or the Beatles,” he said. “I really like the Moody Blues, and Three Dog Night. The Beach Boys are old, but I still like everything they ever did. Jan and Dean too. Mamma has some of their records too. Us kids kind of learned to dance to them. Elton John does some. I slide my hand up under your shirt and squeeze your breast as I pull you in towards me. You reach around your back and undo your bra so that I can hold your tits in my warm hands. As your bra lets go, you let your hand slide down my body to caress my pants - to discover that I am getting quite aroused.As I caress your breast with my left hand, I slide my right hand down to your pants and flip open the button on your jeans and slide down your zipper. You try maneuvering yourself a little better.