‘Don’t you remember what day it is today?’ she asked, with an inquisitive face. ‘I think its April 5th, right?’ he said, while scratching h...s head. ‘And that means…’ she waited, for him to finish the sentence. ‘I don’t know Mom, I really don’t know.’ he said with frustration, but then charged again to the door, ‘And I don’t have time for this game, right now.’ ‘It’s my birthday. Don’t you even remember my birthday!’ she started to cry. ‘Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry!’ he said, as he gave her a. She looked fantastic as we strolled along the beach, the tiny little beach dress she wore only just covered her lovely pouting ass cheeks and the dark circles of her nipples could be seen clearly through the thin material, she was naked beneath it and she smiled with pleasure when I told her she was sex on legs.The slight sea breeze kept lifting the dress up exposing her shaven slit and she made no effort to hold it down, my prick was misbehaving yet again, but she giggled when I told her and. She looked down and realized her cock was throbbing. Placing a hand against the hanging shaft, she could feel the blood rushing through her veins. She walked over to Ericka and grabbed her hands, pulling her up. "Get on your hands and knees." She said, hand rubbing her swollen balls. She brushed her inner lips, and realized that she could still orgasm with her pussy. This brought thoughts to her head, but she shook them away as she looked down at Ericka's bent over form. Her cock kept. “God, she’s so pathetic.” One of the girls whose name I had recently learned to be Ellen giggled. The other girl with the deceptively innocent name of Lucy pushed her foot further into my back, laughing from the whimpers that left my mouth. “Bless her, did you fall little thing?” I barely heard them and was far too preoccupied trying to adjust my body into the least painful position. I was also shocked by how horny I was getting as my groin was forced into the ground. Water from the puddle I.