We had still not lost a single item but Susan got an athletics question right and Clare one of the history ones and with in a few seconds we were only...one item in front of the girls.Then we got a geography question right, quite by chance more from our football knowledge but of course we would never tell the girls that. It was my turn to undress Clare and I un-clipped her bra when she stood up, she quickly fastened it again and said jeans first I think. I had quite a hard job getting Clare’s. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. I felt the head of my cock slip right in to something really tight and warm. ‘Whoooeeee!’ Mom yelped, high pitched and loud. Then she tried to stand up, and wound up banging her head on the bottom of the countertop. ‘OW! Shit,’ she yelled, and in an involuntary movement caused by the pain in the back of her head, she inadvertently backed up more. I felt another inch of my cock push in, and realized I was in my Mom! ‘Huh?’ I said aloud, looking down in shock to. "Harder baby! Give it to me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" Alina said. I began to focus everything I could muster pumping into her. Wrapping her legs around my waist she tried to match my rhythm perfectly and we both exploded together. We continued for a couple more bouts before I came one last time fucking her doggie style. The two of us collapsed together and I awoke the next morning tired but content. It took be a little while to get up as I felt a little woozy. When I went to the mirror I. This sports pub is a good one. It’s not a gay or lesbian bar, but it has a reputation for being gay-friendly. This means that no one is going to hassle you as long as you keep sex off the tables. It was nice to have a place where gays and straights really did co-exist. I know lots of groups make lip-service for co-existence, but the reality is usually some form of tolerance rather than actual co-existence. On game days this sports pub was always crowded and everyone was usually focused on the.