I bent forward and lifted her top to reveal her boobies. I caught hold of them and started to squeeze. And gradually harder. Went on for a while then ... said, “Baby, want to come on top?” I got a mat and spread on the wet cold floor. I quickly lay down and she climbed on me.She adjusted my erect cock against her love hole and let it in. She started to jump over me. Her strokes were strong and deep. She arched back placing her hand on my knees. Kept on fucking. Her shirt was sticking to her. I catch a blur of myself in my peripheral as I pass a mirror hanging over her dresser. I don't stop to look. I know exactly what would happen if I did and right now this roach is the only focus of my attention. Snapping open my chrome Zippo, I torch the tip and inhale just as I slide a glass door open to step outside. Another grunt comes from the bed as I shut the door behind me.The pre-sun air is damp and crisp. The beach out in front of the patio is deserted, and for now, only the faint call. "Oh, no... no, Jennifer... God, that's enough... oh, no more, please no more..." she begged weakly, and she twisted in the grip of her daughter's increasing voracious tonguing, writhing as Jennifer refused to stop, shamefully aware that she herself was unable to break the open, nibbling mouth which was glued to her insanely responding pussy. Her pleas died in a strangled mixture of a sob and a sigh, and her body convulsed as she wanted and yet didn't want her daughter to stop.Once more the. . instant hard on. She partially closed the door and started her morning routine- bent over toweling off her hair, putting lotion on and picked out a pair of panties. I acted like I was asleep, laying there going nuts imagining the view at the end of the hallway if anybody got up. I swear she put on the tiniest thongs she has- blue strings and a tiny yellow patch with hearts in the front, she looked at herself front and back in the mirror like girls always do when they're getting ready and.