She did not want him to lose it so soon so she placed her pointed toe of one of her spiked heels directly at her son's balls and slowly but firmly pus...ed. She could hear David's muffled moans of discomfort coming from Joan's pussy. Her sister was grinding her mound faster and her hips were moving up and down on her nephew's face.Joan's hands fell to the carpet for support as she began to scream out her climax. Joan's hips rocked back and forth over David's wet face, coming hard and long until. "Oh, you dirty old bastard," she growled through panted breaths.As he continued to stroke her clit, he wiped the lotion off his other hand and slowly inserted first one, then two fingers into her tight pussy."God," she said, and began grinding her mound against his clammy hands."Faster and deeper," she said, and he complied.By this time, his cock was hard as granite and drooling pre-cum inside his underpants. He knew instinctively that he could mount her right there, and wanted to do that in. "Yeah, right. You spend the night doing scrabble, I suppose?" No Ms. McNair," I replied. "We spent the night cuddling and sleeping." Yeah, right!" she smirked. "And you paid her for it!" I did not, and you know it!" I replied - stung and starting to get angry."Well, I didn't buy the slut's outfit and she didn't pay for it herself either," she bellowed.I was about to fire an angry retort, but Fran stopped me. "George, please," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Ignore it, don't answer. Understandably, she was totally dry.“I see the collar and cuffs still match,” Mandy said dryly. “I owe Lois twenty bucks. She said you didn’t dye your hair and I said you did.”Trying to ignore the comments from the table, Harriet reached up with her spread fingers and rhythmically bounced them against her nipples as if they were the spokes of a wheel. Her repeated pattern up and down soon had an effect and her nipples began to perk up and stiffen.She cupped her hands so she was now running the.