Then, slowly, she began to push back against me, swallowing every inch of my cock and still demanding more. I couldn't believe it - the erotic urgency...of this girl's movements spurred me on, and my cock throbbed and jerked within her. Soon, she was sliding backwards and forwards on four or five inches of hard, thick dick, panting with each thrust - her ass was too tight, too achingly tight on my cock for me to truly enjoy the sensation of fucking her, but a beautiful girl pleasuring herself on. I couldn't see Frank actually eating Mommy's pussy, but I was able to tell from the small movements of his head that he was working his way all around her sacred center. I listened to her sounds of pleasure until they turned to gasps and her hand appeared to pull uncle Frank's head off her clit, which is where I presumed it was.All movement stopped then as Mommy began a soft giggle. All movement, that is, except my hand attacking my clit, the hand breaching the meager defenses of my downy bush. One thing worth note was that neither of them felt the guilt - Ron and Jackson were back to talking, laying around naked and about to play a game as if nothing had happened - That’s the feeling I wanted people left with - what made these guys different?Back in my room - (bet you can’t guess what I did!) - all over my chest and using my hands to wipe up every drop I could find, and eat it. Another hungh ... until today I not only had never tasted anyone else’s cum, I hadn’t even tasted my own! I. Tony didn't mind, however, as this freed him to pursue his twin passions: women and painting. He fancied himself a Master of both, but lately neither seemed to produce what he would have considered satisfactory results. So, in a rare moment of introspection, he had decided to spend the summer concentrating on one, and as he'd grown jaded with the women he met in his preferred circles... The villa was one of family's retreats in the Ukraine, in a forest of thousands of square kilometres, part of.