She said “good boy”. She spanked on my butt saying that. She asked me to lie on the floor with my dick facing the roof. I obeyed her. She sat over...my face and started rubbing her red panty all over my face.“Julie, you like my pussy, don’t you?” I said “yes mistress, I love your pussy, I am a slave of your pussy, I worship your pussy”. She removed her bra while sitting on my face. Now she removed her panty and sat on my nose. I could not breathe.She started shouting “lick it you slave, lick your. But a little later she was awakened again, as her horny son joined her on the bed.At first Vivian thought she was dreaming. She heard Donald groaning, and felt strong hands pulling up her hips. The pillow was being pulled away. She was in the dog-fucking position, with her ass elevated and her shoulders firmly braced on the bed.The naked mom finally opened her eyes when she felt the huge, meaty cock knob probing the hairy lips of her cunt. No, this wasn't any dream! Squealing, Vivian turned her. It was getting easier for him to wield. First he stopped second-guessing it beforehand. Now the sting of actually using it was wearing off. He was more afraid of getting in trouble for it than anything else.Henry continued to look at him expectantly."Dad, I really don't have anything else to tell you. I swear, I don't. I mean, yeah, she looked really upset after we argued about it, but..." What did she tell you during your argument?" That, uh, I could keep the internet on." Why?" Huh?" Why,. Katrine's kiss wasn't as passionate as that one of yours, but horrifyingly different." Horrifying?" Well, yes..." His finger was moving slowly downward between her breasts and Helen was almost overcome with the sensations it was leaving in its wake."Jesus... that feels good!" She moaned and reaching for his rigid member, gave it a squeeze."I wanted to say something to her," Helen said after recovering her senses, "like you know, can we really do this? But that didn't seem appropriate, because.