This was a dream coming true to her. In her fantasies, she had dreamed her son and daughter would want to see her, see her cunt. Her mind boiled with ...esire. Here, with her son and daughter, she could enjoy everything she dreamed of, longed for. And no one would ever know. No one could ever call her bad names because of her boiling hungers. Bob and Sally wouldn’t, she knew. They wanted it as much as she did.Marla had inched her skirt up until it was almost at her crotch. She watched their faces. ”With that I went off for a dumpling lunch downstairs at Mr. Wong on Bridge Street. I then walked back on Bridge to the Sydney Museum and north on Phillip to the Justice and Police Museum. I’d seen a poster about an exhibit called “Bushrangers behind Bars” and was curious. It was only open on weekends.I walked back to the Sydney Museum and went to the desk where a volunteer asked whether I was a member.“I don’t know. Can you look it up?”“Usually. But the computer’s down.”“Perhaps you have. “Uh, I’m almost there!” I moan.She sucks firmly on my head while her hand tugs on my shaft quickly, moaning loudly to encourage me to fill up her mouth.“Uhhhh, fuck,” I blurt out as I shoot my cum into her.She moans in excitement as my thick cum shoots to the back of her throat and covers her tongue. She slows down and gently milks my cock to get all of the cum out of me.Pulling me out of her mouth, she gently puts my cock down before turning towards me and swallowing. She rests her hand on my. Bud joined her without a second thought. Stevie moved to a better position, keen to capture the sight of Bud and Kelly sharing the taste of Goldie's juices. A few minutes later, the girls shifted so that they could share Bud's cock. Stevie crouched between Bud's knees, his wrist cramping as he shot and wound picture after picture of the double blowjob close-up.Unwilling to stop the action, Stevie laid aside one camera and took up another, already loaded one. The girls rearranged themselves.