My face and the bed under her were soaking with her excretion.Ben’s hand moved between my legs, parting my thighs, as he stroked my warm thighs. His...finger then slipped between the gap in my legs, finding my pussy.“So wet” was all I made out. As his finger slid between my labia, I could feel a stream of my hot juices pour from my pussy. His finger was inside me, mom holding me tightly against her pussy, I couldn’t move. Ben lifted my hips, sliding a pillow under me. Then he pulled my legs. I couldn't help myself to erupt into a hollering laugh as I recorded the girlish disgust on her face - she spat once more, but then she laughed too, and that was very pretty! Told her to hang the wet dress onto the rack to dry and to join me in my solitaire comfort. Wasn't it an exquisite spectacle to follow her gracious juvenile moves as she hang up her soaked blouse and apron up to dry, then dropped her skirt to bare for me the most desired piece of ass a gentleman could ever wish for. Only. ." the blonde managed to reply softly.Martha whispered, "I'll bet your breasts are big and soft just like mine."On impulse the saleslady boldly comes behind the unknowing blonde, cups the blondes firm breasts through the silk lingerie, and squeezes them lovingly. Martha gets Ellen to turn her head so she can kiss the blonde while massaging the breasts and squeezing the erect nipples softly. Ellen became impetuous in the given situation as the blonde turns into the saleslady, wrapping her arms. I climbed up and slipped right in, taking long, slow strokes. Then I grabbed her ass, holding her tight and rolling onto my back, still inside her. I don't have many "moves," but that is one I am good at. She dangled her melons in front of my face while I worked on them with my lips and tongue. All this time Dorothy sat in a chair on the side of the room, just watching and gently playing with herself. This all went on for quite some time, since I'd already cum once and now had some lasting.