She goes inside and hollers his name. She hears him answer from their bedroom. She is stripping as she walks down the hall leaving her clothes where...they fall. She enters the bedroom and Colin is on the bed, naked, his cock beckoning her to climb on…….which she does. In a matter of minutes, Colin is spurting his rich sperm into her hot pussy and Alisha is feeling her earthquake orgasm one more time. Colin knows that no other woman in the world could do the things Alisha does……….she is so. I hear that and first shocked but then think that I have chance to watch real fucking of my own mom and then he shortly followed her and I wend to kitchen window and from window I watch that he went near to her and took her in his arms and tried to kiss her but she tried her level best to push him and said.I would come and he just pressed her against the wall and managed to kiss her cheeks and his one hand was around mom’s bare waist trying to move up her breast and the other behind pressing. After rummaging about, I found what I sought, a riding whip of some curious soft substance, very springy and elastic, calculated to sting but not to mark the flesh. I was getting tired of having to use force on Alice to get what I wanted and considered it would be useful policy to make her learn the result of not fulfilling her promises; and there is no better way of bringing a girl to her senses than by whipping her soundly, naked if possible! And here was Alice, naked, fixed in the best. "Sure, I'll be happy to watch while you girls work." That produced some thrown paper napkins which I caught and smoothed back out. "Remember, these things can't be replaced! You have to use them until they are completely worn out." The women looked suitably repentant, NOT, so I laughed as I handed the paper napkins back to them.The women disappeared into the bedroom and came back a few minutes later, dressed in some tattered pants and shirts. When I inquired about the changed clothing, Angie.