Kris then released her grips from her daughters' hands. As they walked behind her to look at their mom’s thoroughly used pussy, she reached under he...self and parted her sticky, meaty labia wide open. So much dense sperm filled and saturated her womb to the hilt, that masses of excess baby-batter poured out of Kris' inundated birth canal. Her daughters saw this, and they smiled happily knowing the future of the family looked to be very bright: the breeding of their mother was most likely. " They weren't her workout clothes but really clothes that Gwynn had sent on ahead. They were a very flimsy pair of short shorts that were almost see through light pink with slits almost up to the waistband. and a tight white tank top that was obviously too small for Tammy's large breasts."I want my clothes. They were just here weren't they?" whined Tammy."Well I don't know where they've got to, but we'll find them. Put these clothes on for the time being." I want my clothes, not. We weren’t the grillers at these events. That was ‘man’ domain. Strictly ‘man’ domain and the secret of the process seemed to involve an amount of beer consumption and increasingly smart talk between them. But then, that was fine with us, we were the ones who normally put together the meals every other time. Their grilling allowed us to share quietly while putting together more healthy sides for the meal and always including some form of salad. To be honest and fair, our talk became pretty. I needed to get the notes I'd missed, but the problem was no one in my class really took good notes. Except for one kid, Trent. He stood at about 5 foot 11 inches, with dark black hair, green eyes, and completely jacked. He also had huge arms and six pack that you could always see through his shirt. I never really spoke to him before he was a quiet guy and also gay. Don't get me wrong I love gay sex, but I don't usually find guys attractive, with the exception of Trent. I knew Trent had the.