Cassie jumped at the unexpected movement of her sister but liked what she was doing. Jasmine wasn't worried about breaking Cassie's hymen because a fe... years ago, she got into an accident on a bicycle and the seat broke her hymen by accident so that wasn't any issue. Jasmine continued to rub her sister's clit more and more which released more moans "Ohhhh" from Cassie and the further Jasmine slid her fingers into her, the more Cassie would moan. Cassie was very tight and Jasmine could feel that. I'm sure there are some shots of the cheerleaders, but I didn't go through it to see. Maybe you're there." The camera guys all love us," she said, smiling."Gee, I wonder why?" asked Brady. "So you'll come?" We're not exactly fixed for party clothes," said Bob."Who cares? We're after your personalities, not your looks." He frowned. "The cheerleader excepted ... sort of."Kendra laughed. "We'll be there. What time?" Why not just follow me home?" he suggested. "It will save me having to write down. Maybe we can even make a little brother or sister for you. Would you like that?”The idea that my own mother not only wanted me to fuck her, but get her pregnant, too, turned me on so much. I felt my hard-on bulging to be freed from my jeans. Mama kneeled in front of me and quickly obliged. When my cock sprang out into her caressing hand and she began rubbing up and down its length, massaging my pre-cum into my cock skin, I almost pushed her away. “Oh, Mom,” I warned, “I’m so turned on, I feel. I was dreaming and…what was I dreaming of? My son parked the car, and reached over to undo my seat belt for me, the arrogant shit. ‘You think I can’t get myself out of a damn seat belt?’ I snap angrily. I press my palm against the door, my handprint coding the door to ‘open’. I swivel my hips and wince. The cold, brisk air hits me like a ton of… something. Was it cement? Yes. A ton of cement, I think ‘Dad! Jesus, you’re going to catch something.’ He quickly got out of the car, to help me out..