Imagining her mother looking over her shoulder at her while she fucked her pussy was too much. She was getting louder with her moans of pleasure, "Ah,...ahhh, ahhhh... oh yes, mummy... mmmm..." Then she was shaken back to reality by a hand touching her tits. She opened her eyes to see her mother smiling down at her."I see you have got the hang of it," she giggled, "does it feel good?" Oh fuck yes!" replied Karen, "it feels great. But I want you to do it to me. Please fuck me!"And with that, Karen. I just want to know what you're thinking. And I hope you'll let me communicate the same way."She sat and thought for a while."Listening to Mal last night drove me crazy," she said, softly."Jealousy?" I didn't think so. But it was obvious she was having a great time, and for me, it wasn't that way." It helps if you really like the person you're doing that with. Really like him." Oh, I love Randy. Really. He's said he was going to marry me since we were four or five. And that was fine with me. Of. ‘Did you find it difficult getting started in film roles, Miss Lott?’ Amy asked. ‘No,’ Mona replied and then frowned. A moment later, a smile lit up her face, and she followed up with, ‘At least not after I brought new life to Sy Rothstein’s limp dick.’ ‘Mona!’ John roared, as his hand involuntarily slapped his thigh in exasperation. ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ she said, waving her hand at John. Then, turning to address Amy, she said, ‘But surely you’ve heard of the casting couch?’ ‘Err, yes, I have,’. Rita lay back in the armchair with her legs open, waiting for the throbbing knob -- which was advertising itself, like a tent pole, in my boxer shorts, -- to be introduced to her twat. Time was when I would have just rammed my cock in her cunt and fucked her like a Duracell bunny, but my lessons with Annalise had made me aware that there was more to sex than just frenzied fucking. I intended getting Rita well and truly primed before mounting her.I got down between her thighs, and while my left.