“That’s OK baby,” I told her. “Everybody knows that it is not quantity that counts, but quality.” That earned me a lovely kiss from the girl...in my lap.After a few more minutes of chatting Holly said she needed to get out of her boots. She got out from under Keith and slipped into his lap, pulling down the zippers and kicking them onto the floor. Soon the four of us were back to our earlier play, with Holly turned so she was pressing Keith against the door as Linda was doing the same to me. I. But, that’s not my husband’s style; he rammed that cock long and deep. With his huge cock buried in my mother she was trapped and at his mercy. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size as shesquealed from pain and pleasure. I know his cock was throbbing in that tight pussy just as it does inmine. I love that feeling and I could tell by the way my mother was working her hips. She loved thatbig cock throbbing in her wet pussy as well.When the motion of my mother’s hips got too much, my husband. "Listen, it doesn't matter to me what you guys do, just as long as I'm not there. Personally I think she is making a mistake with you but maybe you'll surprise me," I told him.So it was set. I knew he couldn't wait and would skip his last class. I skipped my last two so I could be ready for him when he arrived. When I got home I took off all of my makeup and then took a shower. Looking into the mirror I shuddered at how much I looked like my sister. The makeup was the main tool I had to make me. I discovered I enjoyed it, both pitching and catching. I actually preferred catching. I never let any of the boys in the dormitories know that or I would have been face down, ass up more often than I wanted. Since I always preferred the fairer sex, once I left boarding school never really explored my bi tendencies in anything other than fantasies and my dress-up sessions. Dave began working his cock slowly in and out of Chrissy's puffy lips. His cock was definitely longer and thicker than.