I couldn’t take two breaths before Mike’s hand was gripping the back of my neck and a soft, warm, thick membrane was on the tip of my tongue. The ...lans wasn’t very thick, but I could tell the cock was still limp. The flesh beneath his head yielded when I tightened my lips, forcing his glans to swell against my tongue. With Mike’s hand holding my mouth against the wall, I couldn’t very well treat this cock with enough respect to lubricate it properly, and the man had trouble getting deeper into. Lana pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing the nakedness of her sleeping child. His lean, muscular body looked so beautiful in the morning light sifting through the motel room blinds.And his prick. Oh, God, Richie had another beautiful boner. His cock was throbbing as he slept. Perhaps he was dreaming about sucking his mother's tits and fucking her cunt.Lana slid her hand down Richie's waist, feeling her pussy moistening with fresh cream as she fisted her son's prick. She stroked. Sloan's hips were in motion, barely perceptibly at first, but more perceptibly as my mouth approached the crease of her buttock. A faint moan escaped from under her mass of honey-blonde hair.The moan startled me; the grinding of her hips frightened me. Things were getting too heavy. I plucked my face from Sloan's upper thigh. I was not prepared, at that juncture, to kiss my sister's literal ass.The two ice cubes, however, I allowed to mount her rump. Gathering them into a single fist, I swirled. So worried that hubby would wake up and hear us. He knows we are open and that I told him all about us, but still couldn’t help feeling worried that it was a trap.Rolling over I began running my hands up and down his leg and teasingly over his bulge that was so hard, he couldn't hide it if he tried, Kissing and lightly biting his thighs and up his chest till our lips met again. Kissing him, just lightly this time as I pulled away and stood up, positioning myself on my knees in front of him nowI.