He moans as our tongues glide over each other. A moan escapes my lips as he nips them, the sharp pain mingling with hot pleasure. My arms wrap around ...is neck as I lean into him, deepening the kiss. He smiles as he kisses me, knowing that I am giving in to the desires I usually try so hard to hide. He wraps my hair around one of his hands and grasps me tighter around my waist with the other. He pulls me close as he tugs on my hair, all while keeping the passion hot in the kiss. My head starts. I assured her we would not leave her out as I would be kissing her and playing with her tits as her daughter was sucking me and then it would be Mom that would guide and put my cock in her Jen’s pussy.Jen went down and began sucking and what nice picture to see her so compliant and willing. I had Sara lay next to me and finger herself as she watched Jen be my cock-sucking bitch. We kissed and I played and pinched Sara’s nipples as Jen continued to fuck her own mouth with my cock. I told Jen to. She sat up shaking her head and the head of my cock twitched. Placing her hands on my chest, she lifted herself freeing my cock. It sprung out and pointed straight up at her waiting pussy. Kesha teased the head a few times allowing me to probe her. I attempted to raise my hips to enter but she denied it raising her own hips higher. She wore a big grin on her face as she watched me struggle. I was about to grab her hips and impale her for all the teasing but I managed to hold back and let her. "Can I help you?" Yes, I'm looking for a book on a French philosopher-- it's something like Fooko or Fuckall--" Feuh-kohhh," she said, trailing the last syllable out."Right," I said.Then she kind of smirked at me and said "I'll see if we have something ... for you." As if someone like me was never, in a million years, going to be capable of understanding this big-brained French dude. I felt my face flush-- fortunately my blush would disguise the fact-- as she led me to the philosophy section.We.