She knew a daughter should never see her mother like this. But she was a whole bundle of conflicting emotion; because in reality she had enjoyed the '...how'. She had never seen anything so erotic, and was more than a little turned on by the sight of her mother's still lovely body writhing on the machine. She felt very guilty and dirty about this, but couldn't deny the fact that she was more than a little moist between her legs. Perhaps the thing that made her most indignant was the fact that she. Bill pushed his cock deep into her throat, until her slack lips were pressed hard against his balls. He began to fuck her mouth and throat, watching in amazement as his entire cock disappeared into her mouth. ‘How’s that darling is Daddy’s cock big enough for you? Is it bigger than your boyfriends? I bet he doesn’t stick his cock right down your throat like this doe’s he?’ He found he could hold her big dangling breasts, as he mouth fucked her. He squeezed them hard and pinched her nipples,. " James replied, trying to appeal to Anne's sense of fairness. It fell short. "I am not going to take you to the hairdresser with you looking like that." Anne ordered, pointing towards his room. "You go up there right now and change into something that you haven't worn recently." "Nothing fits." James tried the half-truth, hoping that it would work. "Fine, I'll get you some pants." Anne replied, striding in the direction of her own room. After a few moments she returned, and handed James a pair. Gently placed her finger tip against the hole and stopped, looking over at her husband, and smiled. Marti eased her cunt forward to the greet her finger, allowing it to slip into her fiery box, and began to rock back and forth. Marti raised her knees upward, planting her feet firmly on the floor, I tugged Helena forward a bit, as she had a perfect view of Marti's rosy pink and now dripping pussy. Again she whispered, "I want to" and again she stopped short as she lowered her face on Marti's.