I felt him withdrawing his dick up to its head, then pushing it back in slowly, and repeated it faster and faster until he was humping me frantically....My groaning following the rhythm of his thrusts. Look at me. He asked, and I did. His eyes fixed in mine while he was hammering his member inside me. It was burning, but the feeling of myself melting around him was possessing me. He was delighting with the painful but pleasured look I had on my face and the way I was groaning. Owen was loving the. He knew shortly, though when he felt her place something in his hand. Brent could tell from the texture it was Kimberly's panties. As he fondled the panties, he could feel a damp spot on the cotton crotch of her panties – she was still obviously quite wet.Kimberly took Brent's hand in hers and laid it on her leg. Brent's fingers slid up her leg and along her thigh. Kimberly opened her legs further to give him better access to her tight wet pussy. As Brent ran his fingers up her thigh he. She saw my embarrassment and was quite taken back by it, but then surprised me asking "do you think I have good legs" I nodded hoping I hadn't overstepped the mark, then I dont know if it was the wine she drank but she hitched her skirt up to just above her tights hem and stated "they are not very long, that's why I wear short skirts" but the tights and shoes make them look longer.My eyes nearly popped out of my head but I nearly had kittens my wife, her mum was in the lounge and she's got her. " "It's yours," she gasped, catching on. "What's mine?" "My boob-" "No, don't call them that, guess again." "My breasts?" she guessed, incorrectly. I twisted my grip. "Ow! My tits?My tits! My tits are yours." I then squeezed with my other hand. "And?" I suggested. "And my pussy is yours. Ow! My twat? My c-, no I don't use that word, owwie!All right. My cunt is yours." "Say it again. I don't think you mean it." "My cunt is yours, my cunt is yours!" "Good," I said, letting her go,.