He was an outsider here, completely unconnected from the sacrament going on in front of him; he didn't even have the benefit of Caitlyn's company, as ...he was up front with the harp while a place was found for him in the back. In fact, the only thing he recognized was the processional music: the timeless Cantique de Jean Racine by Gabriel Faure. No wonder they were looking for a harpist; most of the time they have to make do with a pianist or something.To his admittedly-critical ear, the. My moms face was contorted in pleasure as he thrust over and over. I didnt know what to think. I wanted to stop it at first. But i noticed that in the five seconds that my eyes had been transfixed on the sight before me, my thighs had become moist. I looked up and watched gsgangrels cock go back and forth into my mother's pussy. I listened to her panting and moaning and his grunts of pleasure. My hands where already busy pleasuring my self. I rubbed my clit steadily. But watching my mom get. In an almost d**gged like state she turned her attention back to the phone and then subconsciously slipped off her own towel so that the pair of them were now lying side-by-side completely naked. She followed her friend’s example and began to stroke her own tits.“Oh my, this is so lovely,” she murmured. “I’ve never done this with another girl before; we are being so naughty.”Megan whispered back, “I think we can even naughtier .. if you want.” With that she spread her legs and looping one over. When she turned around her buttocks were right on my face ..huuuuge soft mounds of flesh waiting to be devoured!! I plunged into then instantly and started to lick her with all savageness…aunty remorselessly pushed her buttocks back into my face and within a few seconds of my licking she exploded…shooting loads and loads of salty cum into my mouth. I thought I was going to drown in her flood of cum but managed to keep sucking. Moaning and thrusting her buttocks into my face with pleasure, aunty.