I knew instinctively what he was implying, he wanted to see between my legs again, the very thing that was pleasing him, so I smiled at my new friend ...nd opened them, wider than what could be considered decent, hiking my hem up, emboldened by the fact we were alone and I was feeling warm and nice down there.As I looked his coat parted and I saw him, he was bigger than my brothers and the more I looked at him jerking up and down, the more mesmerized and warm I became.Suddenly it made sense, I. In the months leading up to the games, the pair spent as much time together as they could arrange, but it was difficult. Marty ended up moving to Richmond in March, so he could coach Adoré in the crucial months before the games.By the time the Olympics were upon them, Marty was recognized among the eastern 'hunt club' establishment as an 'up and comer' in the horse world. Not as a rider, but as a young man who was VERY knowledgeable and able to accurately judge the performance of both. ? I went to Mary’s side of the bed which had once been ours and knelt down. She put her legs on my shoulders and I began lapping his cum from her pussy. He had deposited a lot of semen in there and it took me some time to get it all. My face was coated with her juices when I finished. She told me, ?Thank you Carla that was sweet of you. I think we will have cold cereal this morning.? I went to the kitchen to set the table for them. With the little I had eaten in the last few days, I. “Ahhh…I love it. I need it. Give it to me, son.” I screamed.He started pumping hard on my pussy. My two days drought was over, as my pussy was getting as wet as the Niagara Falls. My eyes were rolling back from the pleasure that I am having.“Ahhh…god I needed it. Fuck my brains out. Ahhh…fuck me, make love to mommy. Just don’t let it stop.” I screamed again.My screams were all over the kitchen as we both started to breath heavier. I began squeezing my son’s dick by tightening my pussy. My son.