The experienced cocksman noticed that the older one’s breasts drooped slightly whilst the younger one had nipples that still reached for the stars i... perky disrespect.When he turned them over on top of the spanking table, he saw that the older one’s buttocks had the stamp of age with a drooping shelf of ass flesh that was still quite pronounced.The older one had the nerve to address him without being invited to by his specific order. He would pay her back for that effrontery posthaste to be. I could feel my excitement growing and my cock started to rise once again. When we got to the edge of the wood we could see mom and Clare sitting in the grass, drinking wine and chatting. The scene seemed so normal that I suddenly got nervous."We can't do this Angel," I said, "If we just walk right up to our mothers with nothing on, how on earth do you know what their reaction might be. Your mother might fucking kill me for taking advantage of you in the forest." Don't worry, trust me, they'll. And, she's old enough to more or less dress the way she wants which is in rather skimpy bikinis which please Paul and I muchly.She also is very pretty. She's maybe an inch or two taller than we are, maybe about five-seven or eight. Nice, long legs, medium-length blond hair, nice figure, which really means nice boobs, we really don't know all about boob sizes and all that, but they're nice, really nice. And, as you might imagine, she has a nice tan. Oh, and light blue eyes.So, she would often. “May I fuck you here?” he grins, knowing full well what my answer will be. “Please..” I whisper. “Please, what?” he says, continuing to grin. “Please fuck my ass” I moan, thrusting my hips up off the bed. Cameron slides two fingers inside my pussy, then presses one softly against my ass, letting it relax before sliding it in slowly. As it relaxes, he slides in a second finger, and I moan as it stretches my ass. As he quickens the tempo, I feel the slight pain turn into pleasure as I buck my.