She never kissed me on my lips, what did that mean? Was that another sign or was it just my imagination.I managed to negotiate the rest of the meal an... then wait until both their backs were turned before l got up and went to my room. My cock was still hard when l got there, l wasted no time in giving it a good hard wank, l could still taste my mothers’ lips, it was easy to imagine them wrapped around my cock.That night was purgatory. I tossed and turned all night, when l closed my eyes l kept. No…even worse…he had whipped her breasts and actively encouraged it.Now, as she pleaded her last, most desperate plea, Jake merely shook his head."You made your bed, bitch. Now you get to lie in it." He turned to the other men. "I think this slut needs more attention."The other men closed in as Miranda wailed."No, please! Don't touch me! Don't come inside me! Ahhh, my breasts are too sore!" she cried. Radic began rubbing the girl's clit even as Felipe's cock rammed repeatedly into her moist sex. I watched as she took her first tentative taste of Melody. She looked at me and smiled a megawatt smile and bent herself to the task of exploring our lover with her tongue. I figured that since she had essentially the same plumbing, she’d figure out what to do from there, so I focused on pleasing Lissa.Lissa jokes about her odor as smelling like canned tuna, but it isn’t like that at all. It’s spicy. It does get stronger the more turned on she gets—and she was absolutely running with juices. He was sort of an expert in that area, having sampled teenaged pussies on a daily basis for the entire length of his academic career. His ability to grant multiple orgasms without any effort made his covert passion a true secret because the little darlings were much too appreciative of his ministrations to blow the whistle on his perversions.It was rare indeed to find a mature female with such potent sexual weapons and be of a submissive and obedient nature as well.The head cheerleader’s mom.