We went upstairs to Cathy's bedroom.The girls made Cathy lay on her bed, after they stripped the duvet off, and then told her to lie still while they ...emoved her clothing. They did it slowly, carefully, while I watched from the foot of the bed. Cathy was not wearing anything complicated: it was a long, wrap-over robe, and the girls first slid the hem up their mother's legs until it was just covering her pussy hair.Holly beckoned me over. 'Make love to her legs.''H-how... ?''Begin with her feet,. Steve watched Donna’s huge jugs bounce around like two large bags of jello, and as she leaned over, those brown mammaries slapped his face several times but Steve just kept on smiling… “Damn, boy… “ Donna hissed. “Not… bad… at … all!” Donna hitched as he grinded her pussy to a warm climax as she stuffed Steve’s face with her Hershey hooters. The action continued with each MILF taking her turn with Steve’s cock. Everyone was satisfied and pleasured as expected and somehow, through it all,. ”“You know our parents aren’t going to let you get a horse. Maybe you should just pretend you are a horse. You are a little horse face, you know.”“Johnny, that is so mean! I do not have a horse face. Now, take it back!”“Oh, all right. You don’t have a horse face. Better?”Mollified, Beth just huffed and walked away. But one thing did stick in her mind, his suggestion that she play at being a horse. So, for the next couple of hours, she pranced around the yard pretending she was a horse. Johnny. I breathed heavily as a gazed down at my pussy and was shocked to find that my clitoris was fully engorged appearing like a mini cock. I touched the head and my body trembled with pleasure. I watched it get a bit bigger with horniness. I stood up and went back through to the kitchen with my clit sticking up like a dick. I opened the fridge door and saw a supermarket-bought steak pie, took it out and then placed it in the microwave for twenty seconds after taking off the tin foil. The microwave.