But now she was pushing me downward again…over her belly where I kissed her lightly. When my lips reached her pussy hair I resisted her push and lo...ked at her, “do you want mommy to eat your young, wet cunt, Gaby?”“Oh YES, mum! Please eat me, eat me!” she cried.I spread her legs apart as I rolled over one, laying between her thighs, my mouth immediately over her mons. I blew gently on the hair there, watching her as I did. Her mouth was wide open, she was gasping, still pushing down on my. Soon, they were both all the way in and together, pumping my ass and pussy… carefully, but by GOD… It was good…. My Fantasy was happening for real, and I never thought in a million years it would happen, and not by such tender, expert lovers…. The mere thought made my reach even further heights of pleasure, arching my back, thrusting my ass towards those cocks, urging them ever deeper and faster… Pete reached round and grabbed my pussy lips, stretching them wide, two fingers engrossed on my. "It wasn't all that tough a decision. Jamie had no money and no place to go. And he had let Tommie put his dick into him that one time. Sure, just a couple of inches deep. Just to see how it felt. It hadn't been all that bad, but they had been afraid to go any further.Jamie was lying on his side with his knees pulled up toward his chest. Dora, or whoever she or it was, curled up close behind him. This was supposed to be a "beginner's" position. It would make being penetrated easier for someone. Just a moment longer my dear,” she sang. Then her hand pushed my head deeper into her crutch and she shuddered. “That was wonderful my dear, but if you don’t mind I think Hector still needs your attention. Why don’t you use the arm of the sofa.” Greta said as she sank onto the sofa behind her and smiled at me. The Zombie was in control again; the slut I had become just unclipped my belt and pushed jeans and Cathy’s thong to the floor, then lay along the leather arm rest on their old sofa. I.