My wife bent over the back of a well padded arm chair, her legs astride exposing her wet gaping cunt. Pat stood behind her with me to one side to guid... his cock into her waiting hole, Carol held he piss flaps apart and the tunnel open. Pat eased his tool into her to the point where it would go no further and then pushed forward with his his hips. Irene grunted a deep guttural grunt. The stud fucked the mare long and hard, each stroke the cock coming out as far as the bell and then slamming back. " There's no hurry sweetie," her mom said as she put her arm around her shoulders, "you'll find Prince Charming one of these days." Yeah right, like when I'm a thirty year old 'old maid'." Stop complaining, you've got more boys chasing after you than any of your friends." I know ma," she sighed. "But I still think those two are screwing." They're not! And your vocabulary certainly hasn't improved since you went off to University." I'm going to ask Bobby." Don't you dare." And I don't think. Her wrists, unfastened from behind her back, were a little looser through their holes, but with the cuffs on, she would be unable to slip them out. By lengthening the spreader bar, her legs were fastened painfully wide, in such a way that she had to keep them straight at the knee. The strain on her knees and thighs must have been extraordinary. Her tanned skin looked as though it was tautly stretched across her most exposed areas."For those of you who have never seen a woman receive a. "After a few times sitting like that I noticed that she would spread her legs apart making my hand drop to the inside of her thigh on the other leg. With the sound of the TV filling the room it was hard to tell but I think I detected a soft purring sound coming from my sister. I was content to just keep rubbing her leg but Jen had other ideas. When nobody was looking she would reach down and move my hand higher up her leg. Taking the hint I gradually continued my journey under her skirt getting.