Mr M moved his index finger into her wet hole. He kept the dance of his tongue on her clitoris, but gently moved his finger in a rhythm inside of her ...weet tunnel. She was panting by now. He was working his magic, sending shocks of ecstasy up her body. She could feel it in every inch of her body. Her body arched and she continued her moan, her cry of passion and pleasure filled the hotel room and she came hard. He tasted her cum instantly. It was a glorious taste, it was so hot. He clamped her. ”“Cum on baby” she moaned, “I want to feel your hot cum inside my pussy. Pump me full of that sticky white cum, cum all over inside me.” Charlotte continued to meet my every thrust and I realized how much she wanted me to cum inside her. I needed no further encouragement, as I thrust deep inside her. She arched he back, grabbed my ass with her hands, and pulled me deep inside her as I sent the first jet of cum inside her.“I can feel it baby,” Charlotte said, “Cum on Frank, fuck me while you. Then slowly, carefully, her hands slid down to cover my breasts. I knew that I should stop her, but didn't -- I couldn't! Becky wasn't just anointing my breasts, either. She was caressing them, lightly teasing my nipples with oil-coated fingers. It seemed too absurd for words, but I swore I could read desire in Becky's eyes as she felt me up. I couldn't help but moan, overcome by my daughter's touch -- and when she smiled, I knew that she'd planned for me to respond that way. I was quivering. I tested the same idea, for the first time aggressively pressing down on the throttle pedal.‘Wow!’The car twisted, seemingly of its own will, to my aggressive movement. I was barely over the first expression of joy when the lights around the track went green.‘Game on!’As grandpa had told me, I pressed down on the pedal to halfway. The car tore down the front stretch faster than I could comprehend. I lifted, entirely too much, upsetting the car as I turned into the first corner. Realizing my.