”“Well, I’m Marcy then.” Marcy says smiling.“I’ll let you two beautiful women choose what name I should have then. It’s only fair since ... made up Marcy’s name.” What will they call me? Marcy immediately speaks , taking charge of the conversation. “I think you should be Eric. Her name is Layla, and Eric Clapton wrote the song Layla.”“Eric it is then.”, I say agreeing to her proposed name.Five minutes later and after casual conversation, we get to Layla’s condo in an executive high rise 2 blocks. .’ she moaned. Tugging at my breast. Licking my breast. And passionately kissing me slowly.sliding her toungue tightly in my mouth as she came hard , as we roughly had oral sex. Rubbing herself against my curls and massaging me with her fingers.squeezing my breast and licking me softly,slowly. Sliding gently, she pounded me slowly. Twice. Twisting,twirling herself deeper and deeper inside me. Orgasming twice. Fucking me twice hard.biting my vagina softly.kissing my breasts. Giving me a deep,. . Andy watched as his mother emerged ten minutes later and walked over to the sun loungers, she wore a white two piece bikini, Andy immediately started to get an erection as he looked at her through his sun glasses, her tits looked bigger than ever, the tight white bikini top was cut low and her breasts were swelling out the top, her large red nipples could clearly be seen through the thin material, he lowered his gaze to her pussy, her bushy mound was which was pushing out the thin lycra. “I love you too much to let you die from it,” she said when she pulled back, bumping Phil’s nose in the process. “We’ll start off slow and work you up to it. We’ll use the thin one on your butt.”“You have more than one?” Hailey asked.“Three,” Molly replied absently. She was rubbing her hands on Tiffany’s face, trying to ease the concern she saw there. Tiffany had told her one of her biggest fantasies was to have all three of her lovers at the same time. Molly had confided that she had pictured.