She bit her lower lip seductively and pulled up the skirt. I moaned as Aunt Gina's cock was revealed to me fully. It wasn't very bug, maybe six in...hes long but, it was the sexiest cock I had ever seen. Both of them smiled at me, pleased I was enjoying myself. My mom began to stroke Aunt Gina's cock, shifting so Aunt Gina could finger her. Aunt Gina put two fingers in my mom, my mom put Aunt Gina's cock in her mouth. I stood, dropped my dress to the floor and crawled onto the bed. “I want more than just giving you hand-jobs, Jerry,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want it all, every bit of it!”“Mom, why didn’t you tell me?” Jerry asked.“Because ... because this is wicked, Jerry!” she replied. “You’re not supposed to ... I’m not supposed to do this. But can’t help it! I want to! I want to feel your cock, see it hard, play with it!”Jerry stood with his cock in her hand, grinning happily. “I don’t mind, Mom.”Debra pulled at her son’s cock, stretching it, feeling his. Kat giggled and put an arm around his big neck. She asked if i could get the boys another beer and pour her some more wine. I poured her the wine and got up to give it to her. I was very self-conscious of my erection, so I tried not to linger, instead scurrying off into the kitchen. I heard laughter as I disappeared and wondered if I could handle the humiliation of returning.When I came back in I went to hand Brad his beer, but placed it on the table when I saw he had one hand on my wife's. “Want to cut and eat it?” I laughed.“No,” Julie Watson winked at me with enormous female American Protestant lust in her exquisite eyes, “i’ll eat it with my lower American Protestant female mouth for ever.”My masculine, right, Hindu palm began combing the soft, blonde triangle of her American Protestant female pubic hair that covered her sex.Julie Watson began undulating the soft, elastic, flexible, resilient, flesh of her American Protestant feminine hips, rolling and twisting them out of.