Chopra pushed her finger up inside me, I couldn't help letting out a low, whimper. I could feel her moving her finger up inside me and then pulling it...back only to push it inside me again.I moaned as Mrs. Chopra pulled her finger back. Part of me was glad that she was doing that, and part of me wished that she was still stroking her finger between my legs. It just felt so good.Mrs. Chopra held her finger up so I could see. "Look at that," she told me. "Your pussy is wet. That must mean you're a. "The stable wouldn't let me use the crop anymore after that. They said it would be too cruel to hit a horse with it, and horses have very thick skin. You have very thin skin. Very smooth and unblemished. I bet this would hurt a whole lot if I hit you with it. I bet it would leave marks, too. Shall we find out?"She drew back as if she were going to hit me as hard as she could. I flinched and rocked back on my legs until my hands touched the grass under my ass. All I managed to do was to give her. They were almost identical except he had the cutest, little boner where she had a plump pair of labia. Beebee waved them closer and said, "Do you know how to use a video camera?" Yeah. Why?" the boy replied, giving his little hard-on a friendly tug while looking at Beebee's thick cock."Wanna earn a tenner?" Of course." That's the spirit." Beebee grabbed a compact, digital video recorder from a bag on the sand. "Here take this and start recording us. Please try to stay on the action." Yeah, OK.". That’s when she stopped pushing back against my hips.“Look, look right now.” she said. I was too occupiedwith my own pleasures to listen. “No, look, she’swatching us.” I turned my gaze to the camper beyond thebed of the pickup and sure enough, there was my wife’smother, pressed against the large bay window of thecamper watching me fuck her daughter. I paused for a fewmoments, looking to see if she was really doing what shewas doing. Then I began moving.