I think it was the first real "grown up" one that he'd seen in the flesh. He looked at us all in turn, mouth slightly open. "What do I do now?", he s...ammered. "You ask us to do anything you want, but you don't touch." replied Zoe, clearly taking charge again. "But you take your pants off first", pointing to his little boy Y fronts. She really couldn't wait. Poor Finn couldn't go any redder. As we all sat down on our seats again, he shuffled around behind the table and pulled his pants down. I grabbed the backs of his arms tight, pulled him hard and close. With my head buried into his shoulder I asked ‘Cum with me’. It was only a matter of seconds before he let out a long moan. I felt his first spasm, His cock throbbing and twitching in my cervix as he shot what I expect were many huge ropes of semen, flooding my uterus and soaking my tubes. This is passionate sex as I remember it fondly. With Rogers first burst of cum my orgasm kicked in. The last thing I recall is almost yelling. Just bare girl.All the blood was rushing to my groin.Cuddle, my ass! It was time to penetrate some orifices!The blankets had been pulled away, letting that cruel cold air touch her unprotected skin, but if Maria wasn't still sound asleep, she was doing a fantastic job of faking it. I managed to pull and tug and gently rearrange her slumbering form until the particular orifice I had in mind was nicely accessible.Maria and I had so many as-yet unexplored vistas! She was, at least to me, still. It was awesome, hearing my mum moaning with pleasure on this blond guy's dick. My dad, the cuckold was in there, obviously watching. And then she orgasmed, so loud and vulgar. Then more moaning, leading up to another crescendo of hot adulterous orgasm! I felt i had to beat a silent retreat, and I went to a local cafe, totally confused. I had a coffee, but had to visit the toilet, where I had a lovely wank. Yes, I was wanking over my mother and her lover, that blond bastard! I returned home at.