Each time I started to fall asleep my mom would come in, almost as if she was waiting to wake me up and remind me I was full. She would work the toys ...n and out of me slowly, just enough to bother me then tell me to send a picture to Brent. This is how it went the whole night, slowly getting fucked by my mother then sending pictures to Brent. That is how he made sure I was doing what he wanted since he didn’t live there yet and our schedules for work were opposites and he couldn’t fuck me daily. ”“Are you saying I’m a cheap whore?”“I only call you a cheap whore in the throes of passion while fucking you hard.”“And pulling my hair?”“Mmhmm.”“And spanking my ass?”“Oh yes,” Brandon agreed. “You’re getting me all horny, and we’re stuck here in this lobby. Did you get the guy’s number? Maybe we can go to his room after all.”“Yes, I got it,” Tonia laughed, making things up, “but, he said you can’t come. So, you’d still be stuck here for the night.”“Ahh,” Brandon said, scratching his chin as. Fergus laughed maniacly as my little sister squeezed her eyes shut and continued reluctantly to swallow his piss. She could feel the hot liquid running down her throat and could smell the stench as he continued to urinated. After he'd finished Fergus whipped the pipe out of her mouth. She coughed and gagged but didnt throw up. After catching her breath she started to look nauseous - I had a bucket on standby in case it was needed and placed it in front of her. Fergus got behind her and pushed. Me!!!" I stepped back and looked over her fantastic body. She was flushed from the top of her golden head to the tops of her stockings. Her robe was wide open and her beautiful breasts stood out proudly, nipples erect. Her stomach was hard as a board and her golden-haired pussy framed by a white garter belt and suspenders. The reinforced tops of her stockings were pulled tight against the garter clips. She stood there on her high-heels, legs slightly parted - her cum juice moistening her golden.