I watched many times through the partially open door as men unloaded themselves in her mouth, mum knew I watched too but never said a word about it to...dad, towards the end she deliberately left the door open and I watched as she rode one of his mates or clung to their thrusting hips as she orgasmed silently, he'd have killed me if he'd known and as mum often said to me, I was the only decent thing in her life!It was after his accident when he lay in hospital that we got drunk together and she. Your fingers meandered down your stomach, toward the dampening cotton of your thong. A single finger lightly followed the length of your slit; you shivered and moaned slightly. "Mmmm, don't you look good..."With your head resting back against the headrest, your hands began to caress your slit through your thong; your fingers trying to push inside you through the fabric. Your legs were spread wide, with one knee against the window, the other bent toward me.Finally you pulled the thong to one. She looked up, I couldn’t look away. She stood up, her cheeks were the color of a rose from the embarrassment. I put the server down, moved closer, grabbed her hand and assured her that there was nothing to feel embarrassed about. I asked her if she had been thinking about the picture she stumbled across. Breathlessly, Kim shook her head yes. I then pulled her to me with my hand at the small of her back. I pressed my hardening cock against her. At that moment, like a light switch she flipped. . “Give it to me Give me that stuff That funk, that sweet, funky stuff . . .”Up on her toes, the strength and height of him lifted her, impaled on his rod. The first hot wave rolled through her body, and she moaned. Rope and stiff leather held her up, stretched. Her fists clenched overhead as the second and third wave flowed from her cunt, electrifying her back, arms, legs. The sudden tensing of his body and the spasms that followed coursed from his body to hers, triggering her own spasms..