Once she was high, Leila didn’t have to willpower to pass on what was put right in front of her, or behind her. The men took turns, drilling her ful... speed in short sprints. Each man would stop before he was about to cum. Letting the next man in line go at her. By that method, they kept her lust at a peak. Resting themselves but giving her no rest. And the coke served its purpose. Keeping Leila’s ass pumping like a sex machine. She came and sweated. She squirted and howled. She growled, “Fuck. Walking to the kitchen he thought back on the sordid event that had just taken place. The picture of his mothers semi-nudity was indelibly etched into his memory banks. It had been horrible. But strangely, now that it was all over, he felt a tingle of perverse excitement and his penis begin to harden. God, I'm not any better than Ramesh was, he thought as his cock continued to swell and grow.He always knew his mother was a beautiful woman. Tall for an Indian woman at 5 feet 6, with fair smooth. Shawn had complicated her life. Not long before she was a clear minded competent totally self-actualized young woman. In a few months he had climbed in her life, her body and in her heart. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. After a good night’s rest Susan plowed through her wardrobe, picked out one her favorite suits, and took off for her offices. She knew there was probably a mountain of work to catch up on, but she was confident, with the staff she had, most things would have been. ” She took Cee’s hand and guided it into my wife’s mouth. Looking directly at Katie, she began to suck and lick her fingers. “I want them to get wetter. Put my hand back on your pussy.”Without a word, she placed Cee’s hand back into her shorts. When Cee’s fingers started moving again, Katie’s hips began to pulse against them. By now, I was stroking myself through the thin material of the pajamas I put on before coming into the kitchen. My own wetness was showing. “Katie, are your.