The high-pitched squeals are still there, particularly each time the black rubber delivers its rough attentions to her cervix, but they are interspers...d with low moans as the textured surface of my toy glides smoothly between her sensitive lips and over the barely-touched flesh of her vagina. The branches are also playing their part, nudging repeatedly against clit and anus, sending extra sensations to overwhelm her. I slow my pounding, focussing on those sensations, releasing her hair so I can. "I'll have to speak to your father first," she said. "Before we go any farther." You're going to tell dad?" Lauren asked, raising her mouth from mom's pussy."Well... like I said, we have this agreement," mom answered. "You know, like with the Andrews." You're going to tell him about us?" Lauren asked incredulously."Please continue, Lauren," mom said, pulling her face back down to her cunt. "I'll tell him everything and see if he wants to join us," mom said matter-of-factly. Lauren froze and. While I was started recording,FIL and Omana were still kissing each other.After some time,they broke the kiss.Now FIL lifted Omana effortlessly and threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her.He once again kissed her mouth and slowly came down to the neck.After sometime of kissing the neck,FIL got into business by starting to open her blouse.One-by-one he slowly opened the buttons of her red blouse and slowly parted it off her body.Since my FIL has a fetish for my navel,as expected,he started. He clutches his can tighter. My hands are the only part of me that’s bigger than anything on him. I extend a long finger with a red-lacquered nail until it taps the side of the tin.“May I?” I whisper.“I had a cold. Don’t want you getting it.”“I’m so sorry to hear that. When was this?”“Week before last.”“Are you quite recovered?”“Probably.”I leave my nail pressed against the can. He snorts in a way that might indicate laughter and inclines the can to me. I take it. It’s still very cold; it must.