But why did it matter anyway? Whether or not we were related by blood no longer mattered at this point. Furthermore, perhaps not being related by bloo... was even better for my conscience, if I still had any by this given point of time, as I stared at my elegant ‘mother’ of twenty-two years getting ravaged by multiple cocks at once.Cocks were not exactly a foreign entity to her, but rather a favorite pastime of her's, behind closed doors, where no one else could see this uninhibited side of her.. He draped his arm around her waist, and she moved quite naturally closer to him to lean up against him. "Do me a favor? Bring us another pitcher? This one gonna be empty by and by."Juney turned three shades of red at Eric's compliment, and she practically skipped off to get his beer."How the hell did you do that?" asked Jesse with a laugh. "She didn't even ask to see your licenses."Eric shrugged expansively. "Sometimes you just gotta sweet-talk 'em," he said by way of explanation. I was of the. She'd gotten her figure back with only a couple of stretch marks, as I was to find out later. She said that Terry wouldn't say so but he hated it whenever she leaked milk, and didn't like sharing her tits with the baby.Bottom line was she wanted to know if he wasn't having sex with her because he was getting laid on the side, or if he just didn't find her attractive anymore.I lied my ass off. I told her you know he likes to flirt, but as far as I know he hasn't screwed around on you at all, and. She began contracting her ass around my cock, squeezing it even tighter. “That’s it, baby! Fuck my ass slow and nice! I want to feel both of you inside me tonight. Both of my men fucking me, one in my pussy and one in my ass! Will you do that for me, please?” There was no need to ask. We were already there. “More cock in my ass, please!” she commanded. Happy to comply, I pushed into her further, a little at a time, moving in and out of her tight asshole with slow, deliberate strokes. She.