I then moved into him crushing his clamped nipples withmy chest and forcing my knee gently into his cock and ballsand kissed him long and hard probing...him with my tongue.He could do nothing but despite his pain he began to kissback. I thought the battle for this slave is nearly won.I then moved down his body and began to blow him, as he hardenedI grabbed his cheeks and forced him to thrust into my mouth.In a very short space of time his hips were bucking of theirown accord and I kept. .. you eat mommy's pussy... you do it sooo good."I moved slightly and brought my hand up. She gasped as I shoved two fingers into her and buzzed my tongue over her clit. "Ooooh, yes, baby... make mommy cum... make mommy cum, baby!" she moaned as her orgasm hit. She groaned as I jammed my fingers in as far as I could. I could feel her pussy grabbing at them, squeezing, and my hand became wet with her juice as she shook and quivered. I slowly pulled my fingers out and looked up at her as I put. Then he started fucking me and it was all I could do to stay upright and silent. His cock filled me perfectly. My inner walls gripped him tightly. I could feel my juices flowing, dripping down my thighs and onto my panties stretched tight around my knees. The wet sounds seemed incredibly loud in the closed space, but I was fairly confident no one on the other side of the walls could hear.His thrusting was eager and edging toward frantic. He let go of my hips, reached around to my front, ripped. He felt a wave of emotion and also a little tickle of desire at the sight of his friend. It seemed that his grief wasn’t strong enough to overcome other, more pleasant emotions.“Having trouble sleeping?” Susan asked, sitting next to him on the bed.Glenn nodded.“I was the same after Dad died,” she said, holding his hand, “It passes eventually.”“I think the hard part is that I was so far away the last few years,” he explained in a shaky voice, “I kind of feel like I wasn’t there for her.”“Becky.