.. it was lust ... pure and simple, animal lust.When Deanna started squealing like a pig and her toes curled, her chest heaving and her breathing shal...ow, there was little doubt. It was too unglamorous and unflattering a noise to be fake. She was cumming for me, yet again, which was the other reason that I knew it was real. I just knew that more of this, sliding in and out of her warm, wet snatch, my previous loads helping lube her further, and I would soon expel a third load and would be. He couldn’t see much as the room was dark but the light that passed him from the main room into the bedroom gave him enough lighting to see what was happening. The contours of flesh glistening with sweat filled his eyes. Her arms were outstretched, with her wrists tied to the end of bed and her ankles fastened which had left her in a precarious position with her back arched and her ass pointing towards the ceiling. Her knees were twitching as a low hum began to fill his ears. He focused on her. She was a very beautiful woman, think with blond hair that she sometime wore long. She was white with smooth skin. It was a day time outside and she was buttering her toast.She had her slave boy Tyrone. He a cute man, obedient, kissed her feet and was a nice little toilet slave. Lately he been uppity and ignore her orders in public.“Tyrone passed me the butter.”“Ok Here”She gave him a cold state“How do you answer me” She saidHe was quiet for a moment looking around at the people walking. She felt lips on her cheek. "Oh Mommy, I love you." Debbie pushed two fingers inside her mothers body, with her palm on the clitoris, imitating the way she beat off. She turned her head and locked her lips to the moist mouth at her cheek.Vicky wakened slowly, coming out of a dream in which she was again making love to Con. Her body was roiling with sensual desire. She realized she was kissing her daughter. But in her sleepy haze, she was not immediately shocked. It was only an extension of.