He was HARD and i held his tool. You can imagine it was like a steel rod sooo hard. He caught my breasts and was fondling as if they were real his on... hand went between my legs and i was also getting hard. "Open ur panty" he said and i did. he asked if i have a rubber which i got from my bag and put on his rod. He turned me around and made me bend over on the berth and he put his rod at my love hole and was soo excited he couldnt enter. I held his rod and told him to push and in his excitement. The window was open just slightly and I could hear her humming softly. When she finally came out I got a good look at her tits and they were huge. Bigger than my mom's with nice big red nipples that pointed sort of 4 o'clockish. Her skin was smooth and creamy and her breasts rested on what was indeed a prominent belly. Also surprisingly smooth and without any stretching, her belly did hang a bit over her crotch and I was treated to a quick view of her hairy brown cleft, nestled as it was. I moved, though the least. But the pleasure made me participate, lifting against Tash’s downward plunge. My hands, which had been grasping Tash’s breasts, took hold of her ass, sliding past the grasp Lindy continued to have on her hips. I began guiding the fuck as much as Lindy, needing the speed. My balls, taking over my head, demanding it. It became a wild, chaotic fuck.Tash stiffened between her two fuckers. I continued hammering upwards and Lindy, at about half my speed, fucked downwards. And more amazingly the girl never once demanded a condom from him. He was very proud that she was so taken with his skills and that he didn't have to resort to any trickery to get her back in bed. So Trent should have been very happy, and he was happy, but still there was something missing. The problem was he was still obsessed with fucking his mother.Sex with Dakota was good. It was very good, and actually Trent didn't see how sex could ever really be bad, but it wasn't great. It wasn't like.