I looked up as I continued to pound my mom's pussy as her orgasm started to subside. Yes, Tony was watching alright. And he looked pissed. The sudden ...ilence from Kelly and I allowed me to hear another sound."GWAH! GWAH! GWAH! GWAH!"Kelly was still inside of me, kissing my neck slowly and gyrating her hips, but I was able to look over and see the source of the noise: my dad Chris was face fucking Amy hard and her makeup was running but she seemed to really be enjoying the rough throat. I began to meet some resistance and I felt another opening, as I slowed, I had a frightening thought, I was about push my cock through her cervix and on into her womb. Had my vasectomy repaired itself? Was I going to make her pregnant? I didn't care, I intended to keep her, but she should have a choice and I felt like I needed to give her that choice, but I had no chance, she was milking my cock with her inner muscles, when suddenly as I was contemplating the entrance to her womb, I was feeling. Even so, I reminded myself that I was already involved with Becca Haven, my very own sister. If I could fuck my big sister and her girlfriends, I could look at Mom’s tush as well as Kelly’s. It wasn’t a bad bum, anyway, as I previously noted. I could see the appeal of her derriere and why Dad and Stan enjoyed it, just as Kelly did. I could certainly appreciate the charms of Kelly’s rump, for that matter.If Mom and Dad disliked seeing me use Becca and my other ladies that way, even in. The previous crushed hardcore surface had been replaced by a wide expanse of clean and bright concrete, and Mr Johnston turned and explained."It's been a busy year! Now that we're having frequent deliveries and collections with the big thirty-two foot articulated lorries, which need unloading with a forklift truck, the old surface wasn't firm or level enough. We've heard that the Americans are now using their forty-foot steel shipping containers for exports, so lorries are likely to get even.