Stupidly I watched as her sword disappeared and she leaned over the bar and grabbed the little lockbox of gold. ‘Come on,’ she repeated, and began...walking calmly to the door amidst the running flow of panic. I climbed over the bar slowly, wincing. My arm was bleeding profusely and the adrenaline rush had left me weak. In the chaos no one paid me much attention and I slipped out the front with the herd. In the confusion she found me and dragged me to my bike at the far edge of the lot, away from. He pulled my mother up from her kneeling position and sat her on his cock facing away from him, her baggy cunt must have been well prepared by Benji as it accommodated dad's girthy penis in one motion until he was balls deep inside her with her legs spread wide. As they were both now facing me I had to adjust my position slightly to avoid being caught or breaking up this kinky scenario I had discovered. When I felt brave enough again to peek, I saw Benji had resumed his pussy licking as mum. He rushed to the bathroom and busted open the nearest stall door. He unzipped his jeans and instantly went back to the thought of Ms. Woulf's succulent breasts and the possible ecstasy he could get from squeezing them in his hands. The cool breeze suddenly sways over his penis giving him the chills and reminding him of the reason he had come here in the first place. He took his cock in hand and started to rapidly stroke himself to get out of there as soon as he could... he did not want to pull. I want to see her tits bounce up and down as I fucking own her. I thrust inside her pussy once more and go slow this time. She tries to make me go faster and digs her nails into my arse. I grab her pierced nipples and pull on them. She squeals out and thrusts more. I pick up the pace and fuck her fast and hard, pulling her nipples. How wet can she be? I've never fucked anyone quite so wet and filthy as this girl. “Are you a good bitch?” I ask her. “Only for you.” My fingers feel as if they.