My hands running higher up the inside of her thighs, her legs parting slightly. I carefully run my fingers between her legs, touching her bikini bott...ms, Jane lets out a small moan as I gently rub her pussy through her bikini."Dan, stop that, it can wait til later, and I want to get a little more of a tan today," Jane said, I stroked her pussy and kissed her back a couple more times before standing up, deliberately letting my hard cock brush against her ass.We lay there in silence for the next. Mother turned out to be a tidy if unspectacular lady of perhaps 40 or 45 summers or thereabouts, with long flowing red hair, and big sagging breasts whose name was Jay. The son, Tony, was a gangling youth of 6 foot, also red haired, who blushed shyly when introduced to the womenfolk.We sat at the table, in the kitchen and had tea and cakes, slowly getting to know one another, he professed to be “into model airplanes” but not ball sports which he thought an energy waste, though he liked. I dont even have her undressed yet, actually., he gestures towards me with his hand. Hi, Mark. Sarah? For real? This better not be some kinda prank. John, you know how long Ive imagined her on the grill. Its no prank. Ive always wanted to be meat. Especially for you. Alright, John interrupts, lets go to the den and get started. The den has a large makeshift grill made from concrete blocks and mesh wire, full of coals. A couch sits facing this grill pit. The ceiling slopes up with the roof. On. Jess smiled and he smiled back as he watched her ass jiggle taking dick. He walked over to her and said, ‘You have me to thank for that smile on your face you white trash sissy bitch.’ Jess could barely say anything back, as her body shuddered with the need to cum and she began to get physically tired of being pushed into by men’s pelvises, though she hadn’t got tired of the sexual rush itself. Jess was in a state of constant need to cum now; she couldn’t control her shaking legs, wiggling toes.