If the code system hadn’t been tampered with, it was Amber whose hand reached for my zipper and began to pull it downward, judging from the perfectl... applied clear nail polish on her lovely teenage fingers. The two women on the screen sat on either side of the male, sort of a mirror image of our reality. I noticed the man had no clothes on of any kind yet the two women were fully clothed. Were we going to act out the entire scene to the full letter of the law? Although the idea felt strange. "Ahhhhh!" she moaned in rapture, wriggling joyfully about as her son sprayed her with his spunk and showered her with his slime, soaking her in the bubble bath that was spurting from his bloated balls. He kept squirting off, shooting as his fist jerked back, then shooting again on the upstroke. His hips slowly turned and he played with his prick up and down her torso. A jizz jet splashed in the hollow of her throat and a creamy cascade slimed into her deep cleavage. A pearly ribbon ran down her. With each thrust of my cock, it became firmer and faster. I suddenly spread her legs wide apart and pinned her knees to the mattress beside her body. Then falling with my full weight down onto her crotch, I began to slide it in and out of her with meaning. She was totally into my urgency by this time as she responded by raising her hips to meet my thrusts. We were crashing our groins into each other faster and faster, with more force and urgency with every impact. Once again I heard the. Fortunately, my approach shots were more accurate than normal, and I managed to sink three longish putts. I shot a thirty eight on the front. Mama led all of us with a thirty four. Shirley sunk a nice putt on the ninth, for a thirty eight, the same as me. On the back nine, I spent too much time behind Shirley, watching her wiggling her butt, while she tried to get a comfortable stance for each shot. I blew up to a forty five, while Shirley carded a thirty nine, to beat me by six strokes. Mama.