"I love you as well, Pete. We might as well say it; our moms have sucked us in so much, there probably is no getting out now."I bit down on my bottom ...ip, but kept my hand moving slowly on his wood. 'Wow, that put everything in perspective. Shit, I don't even know how to feel, but both of those MILFs are looking at me adoringly, as they want to see me do it,' I thought before a gap. "Fuck it, I love you too, Joe," I mumbled before I took his schlong into my mouth."There you go, son," my mom. It was doubtful that the Prime Minister wouldn’t take my call, but he might have been occupied or something.Vice President McCain was the first person to arrive, followed closely by Frank Stouffer. “What’s going on, Carl? Is it Iraq?”I nodded. “Yes, and they are using mustard gas,” I answered.John’s eyes opened wide at that, though Frank didn’t really react. He might not realize just how nasty the stuff was, and how bad a situation this was. Before John had a chance to ask me anything further,. I flung off my shoes and marched into the kitchen to put the kettle on. The kitchen window looked out onto our back garden which was nice and secluded,surrounded by a large hedge all around a real suntrap. I saw my boyfriend laying naked on his back on the lawn,I was just about to tap on the window and ask him if he wanted a cup of tea when from behind our little shed came my best friend Gemma, she was slim,short blonde bobbed hair,pert little breasts and shocking blue eyes, and now for the. She ground her shaved pussy lips into Beth’s mouth, forcing her to lick Andrea’s wet pussy. The young woman then added sharp hand slaps to Beth's breasts that alternated with the men’s whips in a delightful cadence of searing pain. The special volunteers began to chant a theme of praise to the morning sunlight that now filtered into the clearing through a canopy of green leaves that danced in the rising breeze and dappled Beth’s prostrate body as she lay struggling for breath as Andrea ground.