That was when I had slid off the sofa and onto my knees and Ann had closed her fingers around my ponytail and gently tugged on it, once again letting ...e feel that I was hers. I looked up at her as she looked down at me and it was right, felt just right. For both of us, we both knew that without a word.And so I lay in bed. At ease, content, relaxed. Happy. Even when there was turmoil in my head. I knew that slowly, step by step, Ann would guide me on that path we had started on and I would. Until it finds the anus, mine. I try to hold her hand, Irene won't let me.- No, it's our joke, let it.Chel laughs and fingers the hole until he finds a way to stick his fingertip in. Irene bites my ear, her soaked pussy moves easily on my back, she gets rid of the robe. The girl takes off her tight little shorts and sits on my ass - as hot as her mother, she takes advantage and massages her mother's back and hips. They groan a delicious groan, almost a whisper.Irene turns and stares at the gal,. "Another joint?" Ya, that would help. I don't feel my muscles so much then."She again walked toward me, handed me another j, then walked backward again. Why did she do that, I wondered? Always facing me? She perched back on her stool and I laid out again on the lounge.This time around she seemed to be tossing her head a bit, those blond curls waving in the late morning light, glistening, sparkling. Those legs kept bouncing, and I swear she was opening them up a bit, for there was certainly a. I could feel teeth on my neck as she laid me on the ground. I grabbed her breasts as she shimmied out of her tights. She still stroked my cock, long strokes. Then she started grinding against it. Suddenly she pinned my arms to the ground and started rubbing her pussy up and down my hard throbbing cock. Her pussy was so slippery and I could feel her sliding up and down, my cock getting harder, as her pussy got wetter. I was so hard, the skin on my dick stretched so thin that it almost hurt. I.