We were both pleasing my wife. Loving her. I hugged her tight, rubbing my round breasts into her back.“Go, Ms. President, go!” cheered Jalila Zama..., an Arab cheerleader. “Fuck your wife's ass! That's hot!”“It is!” groaned Nia Oliver. “Damn, Jalila, I love being in your asshole!”“So did Ms. President!” giggled the cheerleader.“I love when she's in my asshole, too,” Ava moaned, her bowels clenching around me.More gasps and moans echoed around me as I fucked my wife.“Ooh, Flower, pound my cunt. ”Her forlorn expressed faded into a grin and she leaned down slightly. They entered a long, deep kiss as they embraced and her perfume wafted over Darius. Heather probed his mouth aggressively, her tongue spearing into him as they sucked on each other lips. She reached below and gave his ass a firm squeeze.After a long minute, she broke the kiss. She smiled at him seductively before raising a hand and tapping him on the chest. “At least change into some fresh clothes. Then we can go.”“Alright,. Slowly and reluctantly, my mom disengaged my cock from her mouth and stretching forward, placed herself on top of me. Her big beautiful breasts, which fed me when I was a kid, were now pressing against my chest. Her cute face was placed against mine and her lips kissing mine. My big tool was between her thighs in a tight grip. She was smiling at me.“I am so lucky mom,” I said.“Mm..” she responded.“I will be the first son to get his mom’s pussy,” I said.“Don’t be so sure,” she said. “There are. It was the fear left on her face that had caused Tom's emotions to overwhelming him for years afterwards. I could understand why he had insisted on cremating her before any of his family could see her. It would have haunted me too.Dad and I even felt a little sick from the image, but then my dad noticed something and said, "Wait a minute... "I sensed him sending out hundreds of probes that was focused on the memory itself. After another ten or so minutes, he finally announced, "Tim, this.