Richards reached around her face from behind and pushed one of his fingers into her mouth.“Ut are u ooing (What are you doing?)” she mumbled.“Yo... take off your clothes in my house and you don’t think I'm gonna do anything to you? Are you an idiot?” he asked.She turned around and gave him a moping frown. “I'm sorry.”“I’ll make this quick.” He pushed her against the wall of the entry way and pinched her jaw, making her opening her mouth. She tried not to close it as he pushed more than one finger. My shoulder was being beat into the shower column as he started fucking me hard, fast, and wild. He switched between moaning and making sure to tell me I was his bitch. I looked over and Butch was still working Steve over. Pumping him fast and hard. Adrian grabbed my neck and held me in place as his ferocious fuck job continued. I was groaning and wiggling my ass around that huge, wonderful shaft. It seemed like his pace continued to pick up, even though it didn't seem possible. He was a b**st. And as Mom spun around and said. "What do you think?" The skirt lifted up, revealing nothing but the white lace garter and her naked ass.My cock raged in my pants as the only thing I could say was, "That's so fucking hot!" I totally agree," Becky said as she stood up and embraced my Mother, and before I knew it, they were rubbing against each other and kissing passionately.Becky moved Mom over to the couch and gave her a light shove which caused Mom to fall on the sofa. She then knelt down and. He would never hurt me and we could talk honestly to each other. Not to mention he was unbelievably cute. From his shaggy blonde surfer hair to his tan muscular build. I often fantasized about us being together. I knew he felt the same way, but he always tried to hide it. I could tell the way he looked at me when I asked him if a certain pair of pants made my butt look big, or when me and him wrestled in the pool. I was 15 when I finally decided to tell him how I felt. I remember calling him.