But even then she was not satisfied.With cum juice glistening on her full lips, her green eyes sparkling, she pulled her son to his feet and then to h...r bedroom. She undressed swiftly as he sprawled out in the center of the bed. Her eyes blazed with erotic desire as she climbed onto the bed next to him.After leaning over to kiss him, feeling his hands grabbing at her naked tits, she pulled up and, without a word, swung her leg over so that she was straddling his face.“Eat me, darling!” she. " Perhaps Greg could wear padded girdles," Cecille said. "They canreally help accentuate the butt."I thanked Cecille for the idea. "We'll have to look into it." I lookedat Greg and smiled and gave him an encouraging face. He seemed to thawa bit and he also thanked Cecille for the idea."Do you wear any other of Jill's dresses?" Cecille asked Greg."Yes," he said. "The pink dress that she's wearing now is also one ofmy favorites."After dinner, Grandma Vivian, my mother, Cecille and I went into. Okay," I giggled, having no idea what that meant."See, we have this theory that pizza should be free," Heather told me. "Like air and sunshine and..." Pizza!" I grinned at her. "Yeah, that makes sense." Yeah!" She grinned back. "But the problem is that most pizza places want money." That sucks!" I laughed."Noooo..." Heather stuck her tongue out at me. "You suck! All you faggots pay for the pizza. See?" Uhhh ... Oh!" Don't worry," she shrugged. "The pizza guys know what's going on, or they. “Fuck me boy thrust that cock in me”It was difficult with my hands behind my back and my arms just about lost all feeling in them, but I gave it everything I had got. She had slowed her pace and I thrust up to meet her down stroke, she was leaning well forward working her clit on me.“This is good boy you hold those juices, your making me feel good I want to cum, fuck me good boy”She was so wet I could feel her juices tricking out onto my thighs, her breasts now rubbing against my chest as she.