When she was done, she turned and walked over to the fridge. There, she peered at the various notes attached by the cutesy little magnets she liked so...much. Her behind pushed out when she leaned forward to peer closely at one of them but I liked it even better when she straightened and cocked her hip to bend sideways so she could look at another note half way down the left side, freezer half of the fridge because this made her right buttock bulge out. Straightening up again, Mom put her hands. “Damn!” I whimpered.“Cum in me, Becky!” hissed the redheaded slut. She bucked back into me, looking over her shoulder. “Please, please, give me your cum.”“Not yet!” I whimpered, my eyes darting around the stage. Who would be next? Oh, god, please, let someone be next. Five more still had to be disqualified. Kristina still held her belly, her face squeezed shut. Jacki kneaded her tits and... Milk squirted from her mounds. She must be lactating. I whimpered, my dick throbbing at the sight. Cass. I just haven’t reached mine yet. If I’m lucky, perhaps I never will. How are you feeling now?” “Better,” I said truthfully. “Stronger. I’d been dreading going back, but now I feel I’ll be able to face it.” We stayed like that for a while, she cradling me and gently stroking and kissing me, I turning my face to kiss her in return. Presently she gave my shoulders a squeeze, then said briskly: “Now, here’s my plan for the evening. We’ll finish our beer, maybe have another drink or two, and I’ll. “Mrs. Stewart, you’ve made a mess of my desk!” Mac chided her in jest.Grace grinned. “You’ve been waiting a long time to do this; surely, a little semen on your desk is no big deal. But if you want me to clean it up…”She stopped mid-sentence and scooped up a fingerful of cum, and licked it seductively.“Keep that up, and you’ll have me hard again in seconds.”“Well, I’m guessing there are more places you want to fuck me.”Mac said, “Indeed. We’re a bit of a mess, so how about the shower?”“How are.