Both their bodies were shiny with oil and with sweat. They were wet not only with sweat but also with their combined juices. She had sat astride him a...d rubbed her wet cunt over his chest while he had grabbed handfuls of her breasts. He had plunged his fingers into her and spread her juices and his spunk over her breasts and it had dribbled out of her cunt over her thighs and between the cheeks of her bottom and then had been rubbed all over the two of them as they grappled and clung to each. " "Just like your pussy mommy, amachine..." "I can feel you touching my deepestspot... Oh... Yes... Fuck me... Fuck me..." "I love fucking you mom, I love beinginside your pussy! I love coming inthere! It feels like that is the best placeto be in. Oh mom you make me sohorny and hard!" We fucked in that position for at leastten minutes when she startedmoaning out of pleasure. "Oh... I can't believe I'm comingagain... Oh yes, yes... yeeeeeeeees..." She screamed loud during her climaxand I pulled. The finger on your asshole is still moving slowly up and down as though trying to map out every millimetre, before it slowly traces a path down to your waiting cunt. It slides over your wet hole and between your cunt lips, dipping in at your pisshole, before continuing down to your clit. It stops there, feeling how hard your clit is, and pushes against it gently, rhythmically in time with my other hand wanking my cock. Then slowly it begins to circle your clit and you feel yourself squirming. I walk through the house, frowning at the empty walls. Most of the pictures have been removed, and the house stands uneasily, as if it knows it’s been stripped of something special. I head for the barn, and am surprised to find my hands shaking. This isn’t as easy as I planned. The workers have cleared out trash and junk, so that all that’s left is more junk that’s in better condition. I smile as I run my hand along my old wooden high chair, eyeing the streaks in the dust through my tears..