I had my right arm wrapped around Kayla waist. I had my right hand on the side of her ass. I was squeezing it, as she put her hands on my right thigh....I was looking into her eyes. I then looked down the front of her dress. Her nipples were getting hard. I could see they were big and round. I could only imagine the size, compared to her huge breast. I licked my lips in anticipation. I slowly ran my free hand down the front of her dress. I touched her thick thigh. She let out a small moan. A few. There is something almost inexplicably exciting about showing yourself publicly after having spent your whole life being told that public nudity is wrong. And when your mother is at your side the whole experienced becomes surreal and exhilarating. And I knew that mom had felt the same."Didn't! And now I'm sore." Sore where?" I asked."Between my ... down ... oh forget it." Mom's pussy was sore? From the cycling? "And I'm all sticky," she complained as she ran a finger across her breast and the. "Please!"He came down on me gently. I reached between us, guided him to my entrance, then hugged him tightly and wrapped my legs around his waist. We linked up, and as we spirit-hugged above, he thrust firmly in.Oh, the joy! The pleasure! He pushed my walls effortlessly aside, stretching them out beyond all previous boundaries. The penetration! Heat and wetness! The filling! There was a slight twitch of pain as what hymen I had gave up its protection, but it was immediately lost in the pleasure. I had to have a quick visit to the bedroom and masturbate thinking of that time I had sex with Carol. I know it was sex with the old bloke as well, but it was the sex with Carol that really turned me on. After all these years it seemed so fresh.”“We have something to confess, too,” I said. “The whole story turned us both on so much that we had to go and fuck each other with some urgency. I think we managed to keep the noise down this time.”Megan laughed. “Well, I didn't hear anything, but if I.