When Mike was all the way buried in Rebeca, she would lick Rebeca’s pussy and run her tongue around her clit. It wasn’t long before the combined m...ans of Mike and Rebeca filled the shower.Rebeca started moaning; she was close to cumming again. Lena wasted no time clamping her lips around Rebeca’s clit and sucking on it greedily until she was crying out in orgasm. If it weren’t for Mike having his hands full of her breasts and Lena supporting part of her weight by having her leg still over her. Diane started to play on this. “Was I wet enough for you?” Diane asked in a whispery voice."It was sure wet, Mom," Paul replied, kissing the creamy flesh of her back."It gets much wetter," she said, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips.Paul pulled out of Diane and a pool of cum dribbled from Diane's pussy onto the floor.Drew quickly stepped up to Diane and pushed her back against the table.“There's something I've always wanted to try,” Drew said, kissing Diane. His hand was rubbing her wet. The Frenchmen looked pleased.“Yes, Jean-Pierre,” I said. “I would be happy to be put on a retainer to lie under you regularly. Shall we say twice a week at your convenience, for now?” That was having his capacities in mind more than mine. If I had to make my own way now, I would need to fit more paying men into my schedule.I had become a seventeen-year-old male whore in the Moroccan city of gay hedonism. I suppose if I had to fall back on that ability for a living, there couldn’t have been a. Oh, no, I thought, it's over! She's thought better of what she was doing, and I've lost my chance. But she was moving around stealthily over there on her edge of the bed. What was she doing? Could it be? Oh, God! Is she really?Then she was sliding softly back toward me. Her round, soft ass was against me, her legs parted slightly, and my cock slid back into that same groove--and YES! YES, by God! It was true! Her ass and cunt were now completely bare! The panties were gone! I could feel her.