"I'm referring to the type of crude mechanical device that's sometimes fitted to a car engine. I'm not referring to a government official."But Howard ...asn't listening. His mind and hands were on other, less erudite matters. He was stroking Cecily's calves because he'd discovered that Cecily swallowed whenever he did it. Her eyes were moistening and her cheeks were glowing red.She was turned on! The bitch!"Put crudely, Mr Pendrill," she mouthed uncomfortably, and her voice wavered as Howard's. Jennifer wiped the remaining cream off with a damp towel and stood back to admire her handiwork."There," she said smiling, "you look good enough to lick all over." We returned to the sitting room, where she quickly stripped naked, throwing her knickers over my face so I could inhale the sweetness of her sweat and juices, and handed her clothes to me. "Now put them on, Jennifer. I'll be Jack." She began putting on my clothes.This was a new thrill, I thought, getting into her still-warm, black. Bob caught one of his mother’s firm tits with his mouth, and sucked her nipple as he lunged his prick in and out. He held her other tit in his hand, his free hand clinging to her naked ass.“Ooooh, suck my tit! Fuck my cunt!” Mark cried, grinding against her son. “Ooohhh, baby, that’s so good! You’re so hard and your cock fills Mother’s pussy so deliciously!”As when her son licked her piss-wet cunt, Marla didn’t last long. With a wild cry, she came, smashing hard at her son. She clawed at his. ‘Me too,’ Trudy told him, following at his elbow. ‘Say, would you like to come for a walk with me?’ ‘Can’t,’ replied Poppy with a self-satisfied foxy smile. ‘I’ve got a date with Nanette.’ ‘Phooey! Nanette’s an alpha-dog,’ Trudy remarked derisively, ‘He only wants you for your arse. He’ll be into your knickers faster than you can say ‘scissors’.’ Poppy gave him a cynical sideways glance whilst instinctively making a half turn and bending slightly forward to accentuate his pertly rounded bottom..