She stepped back quickly and looked at the door. “Oh. Right.”He nodded towards the door. “Want to do the honors? You have my key, after all.”A...a’s face momentarily drew a blank. She reached into her bag and mindlessly produced his room card key.“That would be the one,” Brander said. “You’re a helluva pickpocket, Ana.”Her cheeks blossomed. Caught again.Brander nodded towards the door again. “Go on.”Ana slipped the card through the slot. After a beep and a click, Brander opened the door and led. I loved my parents.Trish brought me out of my wool-gathering by kissing me on the same spot Kerry had. It didn’t help the young fella behave, as she always smelt really nice. Every time I smelt that woman, I thought, ‘Hot monkey sex.’ She had some wicked pheromones.She wasn’t as rough and ready as Kerry, but she could hold her own in any smutty conversation that we often ended up having. She came across a little prim and proper most of the time, but that lady had a very imaginative mind when it. I reached down to stop him but he slapped my hands away and pulled my panties down to my ankles and made me step out of them.He ran his fingers all round my mound and between my legs before gripping my bum cheeks hard. Then he stood, brought out a stool and sat on it, telling me to lie across his lap. As I leaned down he pulled me into position, pushing his knee between my thighs, forcing my legs apart. I could feel him looking at my shaven slit and I tried to move my legs.“Keep still,” he. "Pl-please, go slow..." she whispered with her eyes half closed. I pulled her down onto me, chest-to-chest, and gripped her flat ass-cheeks, spreading them slightly. I made a slow deliberate thrust up and into her. On the third thrust, Betty began pushing back against me, each time I bottomed out inside her."Oh, Derrick..." Betty moaned; that was the first time she used my first name. "Your dick feels so fucking good..."She kissed me, hard and long - our lips locked and tongues danced. She held.