Mom smiled at him. “Do you want it back?”“Give it to me.”“First you have to apologize to Dave for calling him a son of a snitch.”Henry lo...ked at me. “I’m sorry for calling you a son of a snitch”, and he snickered.“That’s nice. Wasn’t that sweet, Cindy?“He apologizes all the time and just keeps doing it.”“Well, Henry, your own mother is not impressed with your sincerity, your own mother. Tsk tsk. I guess you’re going to have to do something to show her you are sincere.”“Get up, take Dave by. Lydia was a tall woman, maybe six feet, but she was as thin as a rail. It seemed strange to watch her big breasts swing back and forth on her lithe body as she rubbed small circles over the top of her pussy and played with her nipples. It was just past 10 in the evening when she turned on the shower and opened the window to let out the steam. I was outside standing on an old milk crate, stroking my cock and peeking in at her, watching her finger herself, trying to cum. When it finally happened. It would have almost been a quiet ride through the forest, if Booker hadn’t hot metaled the gas. The dirt tries were sliding in the turn. Every dip in the soft road pushed the Jeep low. Cormac had to hold on tightly to the map, where his thumb followed their trip. Every turn was marked on the map. A good navigator always knows the exact position at any time. Both had to lean into the car to avoid the roll bars hitting their head, when the car was swinging around wildly. Bang, another big tree. That’s when I head hard and asked they guy in her pussy to get on the bed and fuck her pussy and asked the last guy push his dick in her pussy.As soon as she heard it she was trying remove me from her mouth to shout and left the guys cock from her hand. I knew she would do that and that’s why I hold her head hard and asked her not to do anything, else it will be more painful. We will anyway do what we want. She started crying and had no option then to let us do what we want. The last guy pushed.