” With some trouble they finally had me in position. One guy stood in front of me and pulled out his dick. “Okay now, you’re going to suck my c...ck while your wife takes some nice pictures and I don’t want any more trouble from you, hear me?” I still had some fight left in me. “You stick that thing in my mouth, go ahead, I dare you. I’ll bite it right in half, mother fucker.” “No you wont’, because if I feel any teeth on my cock I’ll knock out every one of your teeth.” I didn’t know who this. That was my only concern. I badly wanted to masturbate. But I automatically think about having sex with my mom whenever I start. I really didn’t want to masturbate thinking that. But I couldn’t control my urges either. So I went out. She was in the kitchen with the same t-shirt.It was long enough to cover her butt. I wanted to spank her ass. The view was more than enough to make me hard. She was preparing lemonade in the kitchen.“Mom,” I called her. She turned back and answered, “Yes?” and. Having Curtis with them also helped.It was an interesting day, as they went to Garden of the Gods, and drove among the monolithic rocks left over by some past fit of geologic anger. That upheaval had caused massive changes in the landscape, which were then followed by eons of slow abrasion by wind and weather. In many ways, it represented their relationship, which resulted from rapid, almost violent changes, mixed with small events that slowly, but surely, were leading them to something that. He watched it expand, her pussy lips stretching around his shaft as Chelsea made him enter her. She felt fucking amazing, tight and wet round his hard cock. He filled her up, sliding his shaft rhythmically slowly and deeply into her. His hard curved cock was pushing up against her vaginal wall, and he could feel her spongy g spot being compressed and stimulated by it with each motion. Chelsea leaned over to Loretta and kissed her lips then winked at John. She undid the tie of her bikini top and.