Terry was in complete disarray all afternoon as she continued to spy onCarmen and stare at her incredible figure. She never noticed women'sfigures be...ore, certainly not in any kind of sexual way, and yet now that'sall she did when Carmen was in view. She allowed her eyes to trace everycurve and inch of exposed skin and wanting nothing more than to touch itand caress it with her fingers and even her mouth! Her thoughts wereturning so demented that she couldn't concentrate on anything else. A startlingly simple journey.The tension built in her now, inexorably, on the steepest of curves. It was good. Very good. Perhaps the best ever. All the while, her cunt ached around Carter's swollen prick, particularly when that pushed gently into her, substantially withdrew, pushed forward again. Each thrust was a fresh and total impalement. Two or three more of those thrusts would take her beyond the point of no return, she knew. Her lower body was a fretwork of dancing nerves.Just two or. I wrapped my arms around him as he rubbed my body vigorously, caressing my sensitive spots. Then he got off me, held me and took me into the room. He threw me onto the bed and told me to wait there. When he came back he was holding fluffy handcuffs. Not wasting anytime he cuffed my hands to the bed posts. Of course I didn’t protest; I was getting excited. He trailed his hands up my body and rubbed my soft spots until they rested on my breasts. He then kissed me hard on the lips. I wrapped my. I couldn’t help but watched my son peeing. I got so excited when I saw him standing there in front of the toilet bowl with his big cock hanging out. He had pulled his boxers down to his knees. I gazed at his perfectly shaped ass cheeks.They looked so soft and tempting, I just wanted to caress them while he drains himself of pee! And then he started to pee, it was just magical.I loved the sight of his cock shooting a thick stream of urine into the bowl. I love the sound it makes when it splashes.