As she gulped and swallowed all of his cum, cleaning Stan's cock completely, Laura gave Stan a glassy-eyed look that simply screamed, "Your turn to dr...nk!"Stan began to move down Laura's body, stopping to suck the nipples of first one, then the other, of Laura's perfect boobs. When Stan continued his journey down Laura's body, he made no more stops until his tongue was deep in her very wet love box. As he licked and sucked at her pussy, he stuck first one, then two and finally three fingers in. Mymom's favorite animal.He had an aluminum cask hanging around his neck (well he didn't have aneck, but somewhere behind his face...) like those St. Bernard rescuedogs in the cartoons wear. So maybe I was in some kind of CartoonAfterlife after all...The cask had a hose with a mouthpiece dangling from it. It was one ofthose diver's emergency reserve tanks that are good for maybe fifteenminutes, and just to make sure there wasn't any doubt about what was init someone had scribbled "AIR" on it. " "Mmm, I can see," I growl, enjoying the sight of the intricate lingerie that only adds to the heavenly body within. "So it worked, the wedding ring?" I ask, running my hands over her legs. I enjoy the change of contrast under my fingertips, the delicate silk of her dark stockings giving way to the exquisite lace and beyond before fingers find the warmth of her thighs. Her skin feels like silk as I softly massage the spot of nakedness above the top of her stockings. My touch is enough to cause. She was grunting with nearly every stroke. I grunted with every stroke. Then the inevitable arrived. My balls sent their message that Mr. Orgasm was on his way. Sure enough he banged at the door.Bang, wham, boom, pow. Spurt, trickle and ooze. The deed was done.“Don’t stop, Tommy,” Mom cried. “I’m almost there. Keep pumping. Please.”I was still hard so I did as I was told. In fact, I was so turned on from this coupling thing that I literally pounded away at my mother’s hole with a sweet.