I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't help kissing her back as she pulled me into the room. We groaned together, our tongues dueling and dancing. Her ...reasts rose and fell against mine, her nipples caressing me. I shuddered at the heat.Our tongues danced together. They played with each other. This naughty, wicked heat spilled through me. My nipples throbbed as they brushed hers. My pussy clenched. My dick drank in the feel of her smooth belly.I was kissing my mother. Dizzying passion surged. Wow,mom, you look really hot. You should bend over like that in front of dad andAditya a few times and they’ll be so horny.Asshe spoke she moved over to her mom and knelt down behind her and slapped bothcheeks of her mom’s ass and kissed each butt cheek in turn through the pantyfabric. “I couldn’t resist that mom,” she said and then got up. Seemalaughed as she stood up straight and turned towards her daughter. “Give mea kiss and a cuddle darling. Nisha embraced her mom and they both. I eventually began to make progress. Her ass began to stretch a bit and I began to pick up speed. I thrust in and out of her over and over, getting faster and faster with each thrust until, once again, I was hammering her full speed. It was the most incredible feeling, having her ass stretched around my cock as I fucked her. She held on for dear life, simply biting down on the leather belt and suppressing screams. After a few minutes of me slamming her ass full force, she let out a scream so. Master Heathcoate passed the printed sheets to be cut and sewn into signatures for binding by a worker in fine leathers at the bindery in the next street.“Yes, Master Heathcoate,” said Amélie.“I do, too, sir,” added Sandrine.“Know your letters, do you? That’s what your father told me. Is that true?”The two women nodded.“You as well, Sandrine?” Heathcoate was not convinced an African woman could read.“Yes, sir,” answered Sandrine. With that she reached behind her to remove a sheet of text drying.