Shyamala’s hands went down to hold her son’s dick and positioned it right against her pussy. She slowly started motioning it up and down her pussy...lips and emanated sexy moans. The moment her hands fell on his dick, Vishal was further aroused as his mouth almost devoured her right boob inside.“Hey, you are not going to lick my pussy?” Shyamala pleaded to her son. Vishal looked up without letting off her boob from his mouth and shook his head as if he wasn’t going to do. “Please,” Shyamala kept. She felt… odd. She rolled over, feeling stiff and sore. ‘Oh!’ She remembered why she felt a bit sore, there and smiled, remembering the feeling of Stan being deep inside her ass, the stretching being a little uncomfortable, but the sensation of being filled was soooo good! She looked down. Stan was still asleep, bless him. She loved the sex, of course, but it was the emotional connection that she had with Stan that made it so special, so breathtaking. She knew Stan wasn’t the best lover she’d. Amy screamed as DJ began fucking her. DJ startedoff slowly, but gradually picked up the pace, as Amytried uselessly to buck him off her. DJ was now rapidlythrusting into Amy hard as he neared orgasm. “Not youtoo” Amy begged, “Don’t cum in me too.” DJ looked atAmy as he thrust deep into Amy and blew his load intoher. Amy let out a cry as she felt DJ cum in her. As soon as DJ pulled away from Amy, Lance took hisplace. “No! Not again,” Amy said,. Mrs Waxerman had hardly moved an inch, except to lean more on the open door. “If you were interested in dress sense above all else, you certainly chose the wrong profession, pastor. I’m wearing a totally appropriate birthday suit in my own home. If my suit offends you, then you are less dedicated to God than you have frequently proclaimed. Otherwise, please come in. Delilah and I were in the kitchen getting things ready. I merely have to later know we have a guest so that she can take over what.