Just start moving, move you bastard move. Red-hot tool for a red hot arse was all I could think as I another wave of passionate tingling climax erupte... inside me. Climax, how can I be having a climax he's not moving and he's up my arse, I must be dreaming?Slowly he stopped his fingers tormenting my clit and moved my legs back onto my chest. He took my arms and ordered me to wrap them around my legs and hold them tight to my tits again. Then, with a devilish grin on his face he pulled back out. And knowing it is me who has caused such a wonderful thing, it makes my lust for you become tenfold. Your cock begins to thicken as I stroke you further, my lips trail up to kiss you, as you clasp my chin between your forefinger and thumb, nipping playfully at my bottom lip. I mewl softly, wanting more, and you give in. That is until I pull away, letting go over your cock as well, I move between your legs. I begin a slow dance of kisses down your chest, over your stomach. My eyes stay locked on. I couldn’t have picked out a nicer girl for him myself. ‘… anyway, Kellie’s dad said it would be all right if you came, too,’ Brandon continued. ‘It’s just going to be him, her grandparents, and her aunts, uncles and cousins. I told Kellie you make the best pumpkin pies. Could you bring some?’ It sounded as if my plans were already made. Besides, how could I turn down a chance to be with my son on Thanksgiving? I drove by myself since Brandon said he and Kellie had plans to go out after dinner.. They left to pick up other items that they wanted. Steve and Ben were working with Gina and Carol to help them. After a while, Gina came over and asked me what I thought of the choices. I suggested that a twelve gauge was a bit heavy for a woman to handle and that they might look at twenties or even a four ten. The pistols were better choices for women to use being thirty-two revolvers. Steve and Ben kept the shotguns and the women picked out smaller bore ones. We loaded up on ammunition,.