Bamba humped her, rather than fucked her, because it was so deep and violent. Her legs clamped on his sides, knees up high hanging on and hearing her ...runt and whelp as he banged into her but he did make her come.I did ask her again if she wanted it up her arse but she said no resoundingly. Also I asked her to take two cocks in her cunt She didn’t want to do that either although I’ve done this to her with her dildo as my partner.She did take them every other way imaginable including spit roast,. I shot my load, 3 full waves of it. One hitting my chest, another on my abs, the last below my navel. There’s more leaking from the tip, oozing out until the last drop was out. Mom reappeared, licking off all the cum. Lastly she kissed me, sharing the load. But I had to clean this mess. I can’t fantasize about mom, it’s wrong. I mean, she gave birth to me.I went to get a shower, to get a clear head, and to wash the, well… you know. But what’s worse is the smell. I hit the showers, and enjoyed. "30 minutes, don't be late." August hung up before Bree could react to the suddenly commanding tone in August's voice.August felt a surge of excitement, maybe she would have something to post tomorrow night. Closing down the computer August turned to her closet. Now to have some fun at Bree's expense.Already naked, her normal mode of dress for her online fun. August started to pull out some of her less used items of clothing. Items she wouldn't dare wear to work. Discarding item after item,. I noticed that her style was what some would call "artsy" or "eccentric" she wore a brown leather jacket with some sort of band t-shirt underneath, skin tight jeans, sandals that seemed to be made out of a single strip of fabric that just wrapped around her foot, a feather earring in one ear and a big diamond stud in the other. Her hair was not as dark as blood red and not as bright as fire truck red; if you could imagine the color directly between the two that was the color of her hair. He.