He was an older man, at least sixty, distinguished looking and unlike most everyone else, he was fully dressed. He lit her cigarette with a solid gold...lighter and glanced at the purple thong Annie still clutched in her fist.“Are you putting it on, or taking it off?”She exhaled and smiled at him. “I just found it again. Lucky I guess.”“Indeed,” he said. “With all the naked people running about I should think recovering one's undergarments might present a major problem, not to mention one’s outer. As I neared the point of climax and pressed as deep into her as I could, I saw the look of fear and helplessness overcome her face as she realised what I would soon be doing. I kissed her passionately and explained what I was about to do. She began sobbing and complaining, but I shooshed her and instructed her that she was to concentrate and feel my cum shoot deep into her womb as she would enjoy it. Then I did what I'd set out to do. Moaning triumphantly as I pushed into her as deep as I. Jean was very horny and stood with her pussy only inches away from Amy's face, her legs were wide apartJean said, 'Feel how my panties are against my mound and arse.'Amy rubbed Mrs Potter's arse before moving round to the front of her. She glanced up and saw that she had her eyes closed and had a look of pleasure on her face.She slowly rubbed her hand up and down Mrs Potters pussy, she was now sighing with pleasure. Amy eased her panties down.'My, Mrs Potter, what a hairy pussy you have,' she. “What was it you wanted to show me or do or whatever you said?”Abby just grabbed her hand and pulled her through the kitchen and family room area and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms of their three-bedroom ranch home.“Abby? Abby, what …?”Instead of an answer, though, Abby pulled Jean into the mother’s bedroom, turned to face her suddenly so her momentum brought the two together, and she kissed her mom firmly and fully on the lips. This wasn’t a mother/daughter kiss. This wasn’t a kiss.