The hardness of his penis pressed against my chin and bottom lip as I thrust into my wife again but I didn’t care.Julie’s movements were getting w...lder. Her whole pelvis was jerking forwards and backwards as though in some kind of spasm.She started to move my mouth away from her, then pull it hard into her again, trying to use my tongue like a tiny dildo.She lifted one of her feet and put it on my shoulder to open herself up more. She let go of my hair with one hand and reached around behind. None of us saw her eat it, so there can only be one other explanation. That's right, my mother has a pickle shoved up her cunt at the dinner table.So now you know the problem. My mother is obcesed with putting things in her. What ever is it, as long as it can fit, she'll try to put in there.We've even tried to stop her on a number of occasions, but her need is so great that we've all given up. So now we just sit around the table, chatting like normal while we faintly hear in the background the. Leonies cheeks grew even redder with embarrassment and guilt as she realized her position. Caught red-handed, so to speak, in Lientjie living room, with her husband, Georges cock, buried to the hilt in her cunt. Do you like my husbands cock, Leonie?, Lientjie purred. Shamelessly, she stroked Leonies asscheeks, making the blonde shudder as she dipped her hand lower, feeling where Georges cock disappeared in Leonies gooey cunt. Mmmmmmmm, thats in tight! He sure does have a big one, doesnt he? I. I was alone for two whole days. Mom and Dad would be spending Parents Weekend at USC with Emily and Janet, leaving me to watch the house. And indulge my secret fantasy.Captain of the varsity swim team, vice president of my class, and an A- student, I was on a fast track to success. A scholarship to USC or even Stanford was not out of the question if I nailed my SATs in a few weeks. That would certainly help my family. My father had grown noticeably older-looking, with two daughters in an.