Mom despite being in pain, was pulsating her hips against his cock, to experience that intoxicating pleasure, the next stage after pain. Dad increased...the speed of his thrust more and more, and after 4 or 5 mins started pounding her ass, relentlessly, like a lucky rapist. I couldn’t tolerate now, and started stroking my hard cock, which was, standing in full pride, until now. Mom was rubbing her clit with her fingers as violently as her ass was being pounded by dad. Now he made his grip more. .. ?"I mean, why wouldn't anyone..." Tim whispered, getting even closer, " ... want to be with you..." their foreheads were touching, " ... and have children with you..." their lips were touching..."Oh, Tim!" Ken said, turning his head slightly to avoid the kiss and pulling Tim into a hug. "You are the sweetest bloke that I have ever known."WHAT AM I DOING? Ken thought furiously to himself. I ALMOST KISSED HIM! WHAT AM I DOING??"But seriously," Tim said, pulling back so they were facing each. She had two children Sean, the oldest at 19, and Stacy at 18. Sean was always happy to work on my Fiat Spyder to fix anything that went wrong. And something always went wrong. The acronym for Fiat was true, “Fix It Again Tony”. The result was that I was often at their house. Stacy was almost a complete image of her mother except that she was still carrying baby fat and was a few inches taller than her mom. She definitely was built like her mother, although I’d never seen her mom in anything but. Just a moment longer my dear,” she sang. Then her hand pushed my head deeper into her crutch and she shuddered. “That was wonderful my dear, but if you don’t mind I think Hector still needs your attention. Why don’t you use the arm of the sofa.” Greta said as she sank onto the sofa behind her and smiled at me. The Zombie was in control again; the slut I had become just unclipped my belt and pushed jeans and Cathy’s thong to the floor, then lay along the leather arm rest on their old sofa. I.