"Hmmm... Barton Banger, hey?" she said to herself as she licked the juice of another cum off of her finger tips. * "Is she still masturbating?" aske... Barton when he returned from his extended lunch. Miss Bergman looked up at the screen. "No, not at the moment," she replied. "She seems to be talking." "Talking?" queried Banger. "What about?" Miss Bergman turned up the sound. "About you, sir," she answered. "Me?!?!" he cried. "She shouldn't be talking about me! Why would she be. " The woman pulled a lace hanky from inside the cuff of her dress and dabbed daintily at her forehead. As Jonathon slid from his seat once again, she grabbed his shoulder and hauled him back up. "Traveling with young ones is not particularly easy," she addressed herself to Mary. With a smile, she sighed. "He seems to know just how much he can get away with before I loose my temper."Mary was pleased to have some conversation to break up the monotony of the trip. "He appears to be quite well. When she turned to face the camera, I saw a shaved, gorgeous pussy. Debbie slowly stood and faced her Mom, before turning around and bending over the bed for her turn. I didn't need to direct them. Lana slowly lowered her daughter's French panties, exposing a sexy toned arse, and when I asked her to lick Debbie's arse like her's had been licked, she complied, but she also kissed each cheek for the camera. Debbie was looking back at her mother through out the whole removal of her panties, even. His length was too much to take but obviously he didn’t care. He began to fuck her mouth without any mercy. She gagged over and over and felt tears well up in her eyes. Finally he pulled out and moved to the back of the bed. She was panting, but could hear the sound of his belt hit the solid floor. She hoped this meant his pants were gone as well. He was behind her again gliding his fingers along her wet pussy. “I should fuck your dirty little mouth more often. You’re soaking.” He let out half.