Meanwhile her top had vanished, oil had splashed onto her breasts and nipples and his hands were roaming and stroking and kneading expertly. The kiss ...ad now gravitated to the fencing of tongues, a real battle royale proceeded, grew as desire was unleashed with the need of both of them to taste and experience the other.His hands ripped off her lacey knickers, one went onto her buttocks there it grabbed and pulled them towards his pelvis as it pushed against her, the hand continued to seek. "Excellent", he said and led us both quietly back down the stairs to spy on my mother.When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom was intently reading the incest mag. As we watched she raised her hand to her blouse and gently unbuttoned it down to her waist. With her left hand she started to caress her nipples through the material of her bra. As she read on she was clearly becoming more and more turned on. Peter nudged me and smiled. We continued to watch as Mom removed her blouse. But I did stop and so did Marie and she collapsed on top of me and then rolled to my side, my semi limp cock popping out of her gaping cunt. "You do not know how much I needed that." Marie said kissing me while rubbing my chest. My cock got hard again and I got on top of Marie and plunged back into her gooey hole. I fucked for several minutes until I came again deep inside her. We laid there for several more minutes. "We should shower, unless you want to choose one of the other women." Marie. The bride walked down the isle. To that point, Phil had never seen a more beautiful woman. Her dad handed her hand to the groom. Standing before the preacher the video cameras were recording. The 96-degree temperature contributed to everyone in attendance sweating, make-up starting to run. Wouldn't you know it? A long-winded preacher. The camera catches wet and aggravated faces. "Can you believe this fucking preacher?" Was the look that everyone had. The best man was in a suit, hot and bored,.